Intergalactic Summit

Effective YC117.07.05, I accept an interim role to speak publicly for Clan Idisen, per the determination of the mothers of our Families and the special dispensation of the Tribe. Nisme Suidis, DED PISC callsign 'Nissui', has been relieved of the role, and the Suidisir Family thank her for her service.

Clan Idisen will continue to conduct commerce throughout Molden Heath. Our operational headquarters has moved from Egbinger to Teonusude, tax rates have been adjusted, and corporate-level standings reset. We will continue to honor all pending contracts.

The mothers of our Families will convene by 07.15 to deliberate on permanent leadership of the Clan's public venture.

Me and Nauplius sacrificed her to red god.

Vherokior blood gives you wings!

You're trying too hard, really.

Hopefully.

Prospects of the Clan,

When my mother first spoke her appeal to the Clan elders, seekin' an everborn to speak for the Idisen official, the Suidisir mothers were elders fresh and newly charged, thanks to the blessin' of the other Families. Many a mother there was opposed to such a speaker, and for many a reason, but amidst my mother's kindly assurances, they affixed on her dream of prosperity.

With a fire in her guts from the Clan’s confidence, my mother set we Suidisir women to our stock and trade real nimble, my efforts to truck alongside as kin. When Family sent tell to put down the Angels on our paths, I made way to Elfrard, Eoldulf, and Besateoden, scourin’ their simple-ass raiders in all. When Family sent tell to blood our braves for the market, I took ‘em by the boat to Tiat to meet the ghost wind sure-faced. When Family sent tell to quit our buggery of TLF boats by reason of the Clan's dimmin’ rep, me made sport of other marks, but blooded fewer braves. When Family sent tell to quiet the distempered hearts of our cousins and make the peace, I called them to cling together at the turnin’ of the season, honest but spare. Yet for all what we done, in no answer to their call could I grip the right of it, whether to Suidisir, or Idisen, or both.

The Family, and Clan to follow, was to bend to the way of the Tribe, by my supposin’. Mayhap by a trick of the ancestors, a mark on the spirit from bein’ upcast, made me unfit to make work the writ. The Clan mothers daren’t to wager my keepin’ of the bargain against the market’s enmity, be it mercenary, Republic, and the two-in-one. So, in spite of doin’ the Suidisir business true, the path of my choosin’ brought hazard to my kin, leavin’ aunty Valang to shoulder the weight. Can’t be said that the foremothers would rightly look on me to truck beside the Clan further, so they untether’d from that cumber before the sands took us all.

That’s the tell of it, settled in spit by the deep dunes and spoke no more.