Guten abend my most honorable Comrades,

On the evening of the previous day, precisely at 2000 hours, as part of my customary reconnaissance mission targeting designated and classified areas, I inspected one of regions covered in dense radioactive nebulae, having the ability severely numb any scanner, known to be a haven for the activities commonly associated with the Nomads and their loyal sympathizers. Native, Resheph-modified Reconnaissance scanners noted that during this operation, the initial focus of my attention was fixated upon an individual whose affiliations suggested a close association with the so-called "Core," being the notorious low-class radical Bounty Hunter remnants.

The individual in question, identified by a name indicative of its origin within the Coalition, Anton_Petrovich, was observed actively engaged aboard a formidable Gallic mining vessel. It is worth mentioning that the vessel itself was extensively armed, boasting a formidable array of weaponry, including a complement of missile salvos. Significantly, the subject's proximity to an exceptionally sensitive location indicated one of two possibilities: either a deliberate endeavor to scrutinize further into the Quarantined Systems, or having just emerged from one and being momentarily caught off guard by my unexpected presence.

Upon subjecting the individual to direct questioning, it promptly became apparent that their psychological well-being was compromised. Deliberately concealing essential information, they veiled their genuine intentions for occupying such sensitive premises. Although I entertained reasonable suspicions of Nomadic influence, the scarcity of material evidence necessitated that I issue a serious caution concerning our Protectorate and proscribe their admission into the Quarantined Systems. Before I could ponder on my straightforward orders, a new subject materialized on the scene, identified as "MidPoint," outfitted as an armed Core bomber and assuming a bold defensive posture in support of the Freelancer subject. Thus, the fundamental story underpinning their collective presence became manifestly unequivocal.

The sequence of events remained unsettled beyond that junction. Despite the issuance of explicit directives aimed at preserving the life of the radical Bounty Hunter, the subject promptly disregarded such orders, thus becoming the primary focus of my offensive maneuvers. The individual in question retreated into the designated Quarantined System—Omicron Iota, with the careful presence of the Freelancer in pursuit. Shortly after, as anticipated, a situation emerged wherein I found myself confronted by a numerical disadvantage, battling against two adversaries simultaneously. I incapacitated both subjects, duly addressing their blatant disrgard for the importance of the Order's Protectorate, where such ignorant individuals are typically associated with the Nomad infiltration into the colonies.

The Freelancer, however, chose to align with the aforementioned terrorist, ultimately succumbing to the same fate—death. As if scripted by some unseen hand, an unidentified Wild gunboat (Gish|Aoi) appeared to the scene, armed with the hybrid weaponry associated by the Nomads, swiftly was recognized as an infected entity. Mindful of the lack of armaments at my disposal capable of countering such infested warships, I retreated, refraining from direct engagement due to technical disadvantage. Thus, this record holds a certain message, serving as a reminder, and a instructive anecdote to all those who contribute to the multiplication of this annoying disease throughout the colonies.

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