My personal feelings about the Separatists aside, we can't allow them to be harboring foreign scum, especially Rheinlanders inside Liberty. I know that personally I would see many bodies piled high for this disgusting act and witnessing these scum in our home fills me with a vile rage. The filthy pig was hauling gold somewhere, fled toward the Separatist Outpost in Texas, what I wasn't expecting, was the port walls to swing wide open for him. The target escaped.

My long range patrol held nothing else of significant importance.

Please advise. Sixty-Seven out.

On return from Texas after my long range patrol, I had a small confrontation with my local kin, John lived a lie, better to die and be freed of such a burden of ignorance than continue to live in the shadow of silent manipulation and corruption. This is not the main focus of this report.

After my ship had been repaired properly, I took off to the nearby lane to lie in wait, naturally, corporate scum didn't take long to appear. Another god damned Rheinlander, an Imperial this time however. He seemed to be carrying supplies for a base, I had seen him pass by early this morning but couldn't stop him in time, perhaps he's supplying someone in Galileo or Kepler, As you'll be able to see below the runt pissed himself and offered to hand over his wallet, to no avail, he's scrap metal now.

The more important detail of my patrol is... well... this disgusting Universal captain flying a Gallic Train fitted with Rheinland MOX engines and a patriotic color scheme to match the rest of the frogs. He seemed to be working with the Rheinlander I killed, Rheinland has its claws far too deep in Liberty, how could these people work with those that threatened to destroy their very way of life without even batting an eye? The sheep must be awoken within the Viper's den to the real threats lurking just on the other side of a rotting fence.

Hit this traitorous bastard hard the next time you see him. I'll launch for another patrol up the border here shortly, see if I can't figure out where those supplies were going.

Sixty-Seven out.

Despite our efforts being pulled back from Texas I've taken it upon myself to wander its darkened corners.

These recent events have brought plenty of souls out of hiding, those that live to serve a lie they can't even see. With the Battlegroup Concord closing in on Bering, a rare opportunity has presented itself, I strike to weaken those that defend the immense shadow of greed that grips the very heart of our homeland, I heeded your words Cobra, let my rage strengthen my resolve so that I may do what needs to be done. The cherry on the top is a Junker decided to get in my way.

Additionally, I stumbled upon a lone naval fighter in Virginia that fled into Alaska, vanishing among the thick clouds, I managed to track his engine emissions to what seemed to be a large station of some kind, I slew the whelp and fled before they could mobilize and overwhelm me, using their own tricks against them I hastily vanished back into the thick fog of that dreadful system. I managed to find a jump hole back the way I came, hunkering down behind asteroids and maintaining radio silence to make sure I wasn't being followed before returning to Beckley through the heavy radiation.

Sixty-Seven out.

I was returning to Ouray when I was fallen upon by several officers, two LSF, one LPI.

I do not have much to say, there is a new group that I was not previously aware of, the [LIA], they came down the lane after me as I flew through the debris, an LPI officer arrived a few moments later, strangely demanding I leave Liberty through Pittsburgh... perhaps he was drunk, that wouldn't surprise me. I sought to waste as little time as possible, I powered up my weapons and took on the officer, naturally, when the others realized their precious ally was destined to fall, they intervened. In the end, their illusion of honor was broken by their own actions, and they all died to protect the lie that is, Liberty.

Sixty-Seven out.