The last few days I had the honour of captaining the interstellar grand caravan galleon "Buonocore".
It was my first time being the highest officer on a ship of this size, though I have commanded a Gunboat before.
Although this was not her maiden voyage, without a designated capitan the ''Buonocore'' sees few far trips across Sirius.
So with a generous startup fund provided by Elder Gutierrez, I managed to acquire a hefty shipment of artifacts.
I have made sure to buy these from several sources, as to distribute the credits fairly amongst the merchant guilds of Creta.

With our shipment secure in the belly of the beast, we made our exit from orbit.
I instructed the helmsman to chart our course through Bretonia, passing via Castile to Andalusia, and then onward to Cambridge.
The journey was bustling with traffic, predominantly other merchant ships operating under Zoner IFF.

The galleon proved its mettle under pressure, especially as we navigated a chaotic ion storm within the Grasmere Ice Cloud.
Once the storm subsided, we ventured far beyond the cloud and made our jump to the New London System through a jumphole in the Newcastle Asteroid Field.

As we flew well beyond scanner range of Bretonian installations the crew and I had a moment of rest.
I reflected on the namesake of this remarkable ship, the Elder Buonocore, pondering where he might be hiding in the vast expanse of Sirius.
Since he departed on his pleasure barge—taking with him much of the Brotherhood's gold reserves—we have seen no sign of him.
Though some despise him, many, including the crew aboard this vessel, still hold him in high regard.

His daughter, Eliza Buonocore, shares a similar fate. Both are considered traitors to the empire,
yet they are celebrated by countless Corsairs and some high-ranking officials alike. I could ramble on about the other Elders;
it's a particular interest of mine.

Elder Montoya, the valiant defender of Omicron Theta.
Elder Maniaco, the legendary conquistador!
Elder Sephardi, whose reforms significantly strengthened the Brotherhood against the Nomad threat!
I could go on endlessly—how fascinating it is to think that some among us may have once flown alongside them!

This diversion kept me entertained throughout our journey to Liberty, as the crew expertly managed the ship without my oversight,
allowing me to immerse myself in historical scriptures about their lives.

After a lengthy voyage, we reached the Junker base "Rochester" in the New York system.
I had envisioned the place as larger and less of a junkyard.
We struck a favorable deal for our cargo, using the profits to procure much-needed medicines for our return to the empire.
The helmsman plotted the same route back, and we followed without incident. Naturally, we sold our cargo for a handsome profit at Rhodes Shipyard.
Overall, this long voyage provided ample time to reflect on our history and experience a slice of the universe beyond our Corsair Empire.
I find enjoyment in my role as capitan, at least for the time being.
It certainly feels different than sitting in the cockpit; for one, I don’t have to pee in a bottle when the need arises.
There’s so much space and so much to do while commanding a ship like this one.

I do hope I made the Brotherhood, and the crew of the Buonocore proud on my first active duty trip as a Capitan.


Julio Perez, signing out....

Yesterday's border patrol resulted in several engagements.
Santa Muerte will be most pleased with the blood sacrifices.
It all started when we interdicted a foreign built heavy frigate near the Creta jumphole in the Napo Cloud of Ionia.

Its capitan, a certain Samuel Fuentes -who flew under a OS&C transponder- claimed to be of Corsair blood and on his way to visit familia in Malia, Creta.
Naturally I had to remind him to have his paperwork in order, since flying a heavy frigate of Libertonian design into the heartland could turn some heads.
Elder Gutierrez soon joined us, with the DTR cruiser Garras de Gatito close behind him.

As Guiterrez took over the conversation with the Capitan of the exotic Frigate, we noticed two blips on our scanners, closing in fast.
One was that of a Rheinland fighter, and the other was a small, agile nomchado.
Initially I assumed this Rheinlander was lost, perhaps accidentally finding himself triggering the ire of a school of the blue calamari,
though his behaviour was off, he was very aggressive, and his brains were clearly rotted with nomchado infection.

Initially the capitans of both the Cruiser and the Frigate fired off some defensive shots, but we managed to lure the enemy away from these ships.
It became clear to us, that there was more honour to be gained by facing this Rheinlander and his alien pet in a pitched battle.
After a short dogfight, both threats were eliminated.

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With that taken care of, we escorted the Capitan along his journey, so he could visit his familia, and get the needed paperwork in order.

Adios Hermanos