Official writ from the headquarters of the Dutch Rudder Trading Company:
To all who shall see the presents, Greeting. Let it be known that on the 25th day in the month of April in the 2014th year of our Lord, the Company undertook a joint operation to be conducted in Anoikis with unaffiliated corporations.
Flying under the Admiralty of Torshawna aboard the flagship, One Flourish to Rule, our fleet, consisting primarily of Stratioses and inexplicably-present Blackbirds, engaged a Sacrilege and Cerberus in null-sec after passing through a class 3 system. Both ships managed to escape, but we soon turned the guns of the Company on one our own.
Since joining our battle-group Siphilus (a.k.a. Xylophone), a representative from Blacksoul Tribal Nation, made a certified ass of herself, but I suspect she overestimated the number of shits to be given by the Company.
After she left herself in a position of extreme vulnerability in null-sec it was jokingly suggested she simply be scuttled in order to return her to the safety of hi-sec to which she responded that though many threatened to kill her none had ever followed through and she would be relieved if someone actually followed through.
Being a consummate gentlemen of the stars Dutch Rudder Trading Company sent her to a fresh, new clone thus providing that longed-for relief.
Therefore, it shall be this Company's policy forthwith to provide zero shits and harvest all butt-hurt and tears from said policy. Also, Ishisomo is henceforth renamed Itchy Homo on all navigational maps of the Company.
