During a test flight in one of the newly refitted Cougar Heavy Bombers, I encountered, what I've been informed, is Cruiser class vessel. The Test Flight team and I believe it may a vessel built by the reclusive AI Constructs dwelling somewhere beyond Sirian Space.
The design appeared to focus the majority of components and hull towards the aft of the ship, with the stern being comprised of 3 prong-like device surrounding the drive core outlet. After capturing several images, the decision was made to return to base.
The Sirians have yet again attempted to send capital ships into Gallic space. This time they belonged to a group known as the 'Outcasts'. They were first detected in Lorraine by Luneville station as they passed through the mine field. The Acre, which was conducting training exercises in Burgundy was ordered to move to intercept them. We made our way to the Lorraine jump hole with all haste, and arrived just as the Sirians jumped through.
I attempted to contact them, to find out more about who they were and why they were in Gallia, before their inevitable destruction, however, they merely responded that they were on a scouting mission, hard to believe given the ships they had brought.
As it became clear that they would provide no useful information, we proceeded to engage them, felling the Battleship under the Acre's mighty guns, while the Cruiser fled amid the numerous rebel Fighters that were present. It did not flee far, and soon turned around and attempted to re-enter Lorraine. By this time, the Duquesne had arrived, and proceeded to halt the Sirian with cruise disruption missiles. It took minor damage by the time it entered the Lorraine jump hole. The Duquesne proceeded through after it to make sure it would not escape, in which she was successful, however, hordes of rebel ships were waiting on the other side, and joined the Sirian in engaging the Duquesne.
However, they did not last long, as by then the Acre had successfully jumped and primed her weapons, and I gave the order to give supporting fire. Under our combined fire, it did not last long, and the rebel ships were not able to destroy either of our ships.
[color=#FFFFFF]Once the rebel ships dispersed, we proceeded to return to Dijon for repairs and re-arming, no major damage was suffered, two of the Acre's primary turrets took moderate damage and required electrical maintenance, and there were some minor fractures in the forward starboard armour plating. The maintenance crews are at work now and the repairs should be complete within the day.
ID: Lord Perceval, Gallic Royal Navy Origin: Dijon Station, Burgundy Target: Gallic Royal Navy Message Relay
Lord Perceval
Words, words, words. Today, Giroux and I patrolled around Dijon, and met with Capitaine Jean of the Apotheosis, a new Obstinate commander, fresh from the academy.
The Grand Marechel herself dropped by in our glorious flagship, and I even managed to squeeze in a little time to continue the hunt for my Nemesis... Start Nanobots Mirabeau...
During a sortie with Her Highness, Alice DeFrance, a distress call was intercepted from an Ile-de-France Shipping Vessel, the Napoleon. Due to the Princess being engaged in matters of the state, I was dispatched to track the vessel and ascertain the nature of the emergency. While I was enroute, the Captain of the Napoleon, Yves Pinault, was able to raise me on comms, and alerted me to the situation unfolding in the vessel.
Whilst transporting convicted criminals, an event had transpired in one of the rear sections of the hull. A single man, with explosive strapped to his person, had taken the ship and its crew hostage. During the course of the brief conversation, Captain Pinault informed me that he, and most of his bridge crew, had locked down the command section. They had isolated the bomber to the stern of the ship, who by this stage was claiming to be affliated with the Maquis. Forming up with the Napoleon in an escort posture, I was able to relay this information to the Princess and Pauline Valence, who were fortunately already moving to intercept us. It was about this time when we learnt that the intended distination of the bomber was Nevers. Needless to say, that wasn't going to happen.
The decision was made to send Pauline to Nevers, via the Lanes, in order prepare the Planet's defenses as a precaution. Her Highness and myself, informed the Captain of his choices: Vent the final section of his hull or Have his hull vented. After assurances from Her Highness that we would save as many of his own men as possible, the Captain agreed to vent the hull. While the majority of the Captain's crew were tractored aboard our ships, 1000 prisoners were judged by the cold vaccum of space. It should be noted that Captain Yves Pinault showed a level head and exceptional fortitude when dealing with such a dire threat. His willingness to follow our orders, for the greater good of Gallia, is commendable.
After severals days of investigation, no leads have been uncovered regarding the alledged Maquis operative or how he was able to aquire the explosives. A review of IDF's security measures, for transporting living cargo, may be nessecary to aviod any further occurances.
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Today's patrol started at 14.30SMT. Launching from the RNS Beuvray, I checked all lanes in Burgundy for trouble. All was clear, so I proceeded to Dauphine. Right near the gate, I encountered a Brigand Transport, called the [color=#FFFFFF]"KPR_Commando". His affiliation was unknown, but considering the ship he was flying, it couldn't be very good. Unfortunately, cause of a communications malfunction, the ship disappeared from my sensors before I could inspect the captains intentions. My systems had a hard time switching broadcast channels, resulting in several errors. It seems recent ION storms disrupted all local frequencies.
Several minutes later, another ship showed up on scanners. I immediatly recognized that it was a Sirian ship, so I moved to intercept. The unsecure public frequencies appeared to be working, so I managed to halt the ship. It appeared to be an ignorant Sirian, captain of the ship called the [color=#FFFFFF]"Piwwa", who had no idea he was very unwelcome in Gallia. Even though our patrols were already trying to take him out.
He had no hostile intentions, so I ordered him to leave all his cargo behind, and leave Gallia forever, or request access through proper channels. I doubt he can come up with a good reason to allow him into Gallia, but who knows.
After this, I did a quick sweep of the Dauphine system before I headed back to Avallon Station, where I'm currently staying to attend some personal matters.
[font=Book Antiqua]Long live the King! Long live Gallia!
>>>Avallon NetworkONLINE<<< Connecting with Royal Navy Transmission center...DONE ID:Colonel Aubert Giroux
Bonjour,
Apparently, Colonel Picard needed the help of his fellow Giroux near the Beuvray: A Council Destroyer and a bomber were sitting there enjoying their coffee. We engaged them at will and more Council bombers showed up. Her cruiser went down faster than a +LE+ vessel running to Montbard base. Not amused, Picard!
Anyways, when we gathered forces, we eventually busted three of their ships: A cruiser, a bomber and an Agama.
That'd be all. Giroux out.
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It's been one month since I've joined with the sovereign crown's chosen primary fleet. We are men and women from various backgrounds. We are different colors and shapes and our personal ideals vary, but there is one junction within which we may indelibly connect. We are Gallia. The zeal for our homeland drives us to become more, to become better. We guard the crown with our life, yet are honored to see it only from afar and thankful never to feel the great burden of it on our heads.
Our foes strike from all directions in the shadows, yet we are the eyes of blind lady justice. We are the hand of the king and as that hand, we embrace our countrymen with compassion and strike our foes with great fervor. Never until now, had I felt the great pangs of adoration for my homeland and all that we stand for. Though distant threats linger on the horizon, it is with this inner fire that burns collectively among us that we will stand on the broken bodies of those who would soil all we have sought to cultivate.
Having shone brightly in The Academy, I left with a promotion to Sous-Lieutenant. It was with great ambition and pride that I began my first assignment. The kid gloves were off and I was what stood between the honor of the crown and the filth of dregs such as The Council. Having been taught about the dirty tactics of the fiends that lay off the beaten path and those sometimes as bold to linger on those more traveled, I observed my surroundings and luckily avoided a hostile ambush that had been laid for any unsuspecting traveler. I believe the ships were of Maquis affiliation, though I'm uncertain at the time of writing this.
Few notable events did pop up, thus I was grateful for a mostly quiet first assignment. However, I did come upon the vessel of Colonel Laurel Lavelle. I can't say that I know much about her, but we definitely didn't have a great first encounter. I spotted the vessel traveling and offered to accompany it to whatever destination it would come to find.
My offer was accepted, but the Colonel showed her first hints of arrogance by making sure I knew I was of no use to her. Perhaps I did find her somewhat incorrigible and perhaps I did speak out of line just a little. Fortunately, I think the Colonel was barely paying attention as she began to speak of the art of war and ground unit tactics. Frankly, I think she was trying more to enthrall herself than me, but suffice it to say, I listened and took my opportunity to leave swiftly when she commanded me to do so.
Some may find it distasteful to stand on the heads of others so that they may rise above, but I'm certainly in no position yet to make comments on my superior's orders or personalities. Only time will tell how that relationship will be shaped, but if it's the last time we speak directly, it will be too soon for me. All in all, I think it's been a productive month since I left the academy. Tomorrow brings another day and another fresh set of circumstances. I will try my best to keep up.
Yet another Sirian capital ship has attempted to breech our defences, this time it was a ship of the group known as the 'Order', which I understand we have previously encountered.
The ship in question was of Battleship class, and codenamed 'Osiris'. It was found in Burgundy by one of our patrols, though when questioned about what it was doing there, the captain claimed that they were on a scientific expedition. However, given the fact that they had captured both Royal Navy and Royal Police pilots, and had brought a Battleship, this was highly doubtful. So after a somewhat brief interrogation, which proved of little use, as the Sirian captain seemed confused and unwilling to cooperate, and the return of the Navy and Police pilots, I gave the order to have his ship destroyed.
Hopefully this will send a message to the group known as the 'Order', who have entered Gallia uninvited before, that intrusions, especially involving capital ships, are not welcome.
[color=#FFFFFF]After collecting what technical information we could from the ship's wreckage, we returned to Dijon to refuel and rearm, as well as deliver an interesting prototype weapon we recovered from the Sirian Battleship. It will no doubt prove of use to our engineers and weapon technicians, and is awaiting collection on Dijon.
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I stumbled upon a most curious vessel today. Specifically, a Junker floating about near the Beuvray. His battered ship came up on the registry as "Underground.Railroad". He was offering to sell me "Sirian wares". At first, I was perturbed by this notion, but he himself raised an interesting point.
The Junker (who refused to give me his actual name), said having this equipment may prove beneficial as it may help Gallic development or countermeasures once said technology has been encountered (though not quite as eloquently as I've phrased it here). The price was low and indeed our scientists could put the extended range capabilities of this scanner to good use. I am told the source of this tech was a cache upon a freelancer starport. These particular models ripped out of disabled Liberty Naval vessels. I was quite uneasy about purchasing from this unsavory type, but indeed his story seemed to check out. I will be watching him closely.
I indeed became grateful for my transaction as I was able to detect a small contingency of Council forces lingering on the outskirts of Burgundy and encroaching upon me rapidly. With weapons hot and my mind racing, I felt my hands trembling. This was no longer a textbook encounter. This was no virtual simulator. The men coming ever closer to me had no desire to talk, no desire to surrender. I would either kill them or I would be killed. Without a word they began a dance that I felt would envelope a lifetime. Weapons discharged and energy was sent about in every direction! The sound of shots against my buckling shields and the roar and vibration of my engine was exhilarating! I had never lived, never taken a breath until that very air was being threatened to be snatched from my lungs like it or not! As if like a scene from a cliche movie, my nerves became like steel and my focus was that of a razor's edge.
I was fully prepared to do what any soldier must be ready to do at any point. I took control of my fear and my frenzy. I refined it and streamlined it into efficiency and precision. I took aim and as if I had stepped out of the very ebb and flow of time itself, I fired and felt each burst of energy rip through my foes as if my very essence devoured them. I was terribly outnumbered and knew this wouldn't end well, but through luck or something more, I was backed up by my fellow soldiers as a group patrolled the area.
I would not retreat and let them take over, I would set an example of one who heralds the coming of our dominance. We would make a decisive strike here and now and we would send a message back to any who would seek to bar our way. As quickly as the entire ordeal began, it ended. My mind was still reeling and my body crashed as adrenaline flooded out and returned me back to just a mere man. No longer an avatar of virtue, not even a soldier, but just a man. I took a deep breath and some time to compose myself. The patrol leader and I spoke briefly of the encounter and I joined their group as we continued to sweep the area for more hostiles.
Our search would bring up nothing else. Perhaps our zeal had scared off any other would-be assailants, or perhaps we crushed all there was to destroy. I was given charge of the two surviving Council pods and thus here I am now, having completed my order to deliver these heretics to the Beuvray. I'll be passing along a few holoscans I was able to capture to my superiors in an official report later. Whoever said Gallia is quiet doesn't keep his eyes open. That's all for now.
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Things are just beginning to come naturally. I've had academic aptitude, but I've always feared when it came to more pragmatic events that I may not cut the mustard. Gallia is proving to be a forgiving battleground and now more than ever do I see the excellence of our training. Today I was dispatched with a wing of fighters to track down a hostile group detected not too far from the Beuvray. Truly the tenacity of our foes grows with each passing down. A cornered beast has no choice but to fight, so my thinking is that desperation drives them now.
Suffice it to say, the mission went as smoothly as we could hope for. All hostile pods were taken aboard the squad leader's ship, save for one. A single Maquis scum was given to me for processing. I dropped the pod off at Dijon Police HQ and spotted Stellar Meffre on her wait out as well. We stopped to exchange formalities for a moment and I said goodbye.
As I began firing up my cruise engines, she suggested we conduct a private training session. I was apprehensive at first, but what wrong could come of training? We pulled out into a distant star field, making sure no hostiles were skulking or waiting to pounce and began our benign combat. She performed excellently and put up quite the fight, but ultimately I was able to produce the non-lethal finishing shot which stunned her system, ending the exercise.
Today has proven to be a day of excellence, but all things have their counter. Hopefully the opposite of these auspicious events is not for some time to come. I have taken the liberty of including a few holoscans of today's events for my own records.
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