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<p>Amid the buzzing in the War room, Admiral Squishy steps up to the microphone, waits for the room to become silent.<br /></p>
<p>"Fleet Admirals, Captains, Commanders, Politicians,<br /></p>
<p>I have gathered you all here to address a growing concern that now needs immediate attention.<br /></p>
<p>As you all know, the border dispute with the Carnivon Hunters has been escalating for the last few months. This time however, they have crossed the line.<br /></p>
<p>While we have not attacked any Carnivon systems that would cause a loss of income to their economy, they have not done the same.<br /></p>
<p>Our convoy in sector 517 was attacked by the Hunters causing a severe loss of income to our economy, a whopping -60 EPs !<br /></p>
<p>Luckily a fleet was despatched to protect our convoy in sector 520 and even then, the Hunters were bold enough to send a raiding fleet which should be turned away.<br /></p>
<p>At this moment in sector 521, we have sent a small fleet to investigate an Artifact only to be met with more ships from the Carivon empire.<br /></p>
<p>These unjustified, unwarranted attacks cannot continue to be ignored, we MUST strike back !! "<br /></p>
<p>Placing his tentacle over the mic, Admiral Squishy whispers to his Ship Yard Commodore sitting beside him, " Tell me you can build more then just DDs from the 20s in our navy ?"<br /></p>
<p>Commodore Wreckage replies softly " Aye Admiral, I can build you a navy of CLs from the 40s with their 70s refits for to you threaten the known universe ! "<br /></p>
<p>Not recognizing the sarcasm in Wreckage's voice, Squishy replies " Perfect ! "<br /></p>
<p>Removing his tentacle from the mic, Admiral Squishy continues .....<br /></p>
<p>" I have just been informed that we have the means to stop this intrusive Empire. As of this moment, WAR is declared on the Carivon Hunters Empire.<br /></p>
<p>Inform the Hunters delegates to make as much peace with their neighbours as possible as the Punishment is coming for these Hunters !! "<br /></p>
<p>With that, Admiral Squishy walks away from the mic to the war room in the back.<br /></p>
<p>Commodore Wreckage watches him and frowns to himself thinking ' We're doomed now ! '<br /></p>
<p>End of transmission.<br /></p>
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