Now, where to start from. This weird day started 2, maybe 3 days ago
when ma hermano Machete contacted me and asked me to came along with him to visit some las niñas on Cadiz.
Of course i went with him, jumped in there where
was some party, lots of tequila, lots of beautifull hermanas *sighs*, it was just wonderful *grins*.
Then, in the middle of the night, when everything was ended,
Tribune Werss jumped into ma room, woke me up, threw ma chiquita out of bed.
He said angrily to got the hell out of the bed, that the party was over, and that we had a job to do.
Of course, i said to my hermano that everything was fine and that was time to had some fun. *Smiles*.
We all met in hangar deck where were Tribune Werss with Machete and Trujillo amigos
alongside with some volunteers (Sara Castro, Siera Madre and Rogue Un.Pedro Sabas).
Werss told us that there was a rumour that Outcast were planning something with Hispania sleeper ship
and that we were ordered to investigate that rumour.
Our patrol started from Cadiz Base, we passed trought Rheinland and Sigmas.
We didn't find big resistance, only we found were some smugglers gringos
who were being investigeted about who they were transporting the goods to, and who they worked for.
When we were reaching Hispania, we didn't find any Outcast, which was very strange to us,
but we had enought time to thoroughly look into everything in order to determine if anything had been changed on Hispania.
With special scanners that were mounted on Werss's ship we established that nothing had been changed on Hispania
and that the claims were not truth.
After that when we were preparing to head back home,
two Outcast battleships alongside with some snubs appeared from nowhere.
We suffered big resistance so we were forced to pull back to Omicron Beta and Sigma 19.
When we were reaching Sigma 19 we received a message form two captains of ECG Legate Dreadnoughts
who were patroling in Omicron Theta that they were ready to help us if help was needed in Sigma 19.
With their help lots of Outcast ships were easily eliminated
but the rest of them fled to the place where they probably came from *grins*.
In the middle of the fight my Praetorian was heavily damaged
so I had to pull back to Omicron Eta, Etna Base, in order to repair my ship.
While engineers were repairing my ship the fight was over.
While my amigos were heading back home they sent me visual message:
When my ship was fully repaired I set course to Casablanca Base
in order to visit my friend and to celebrate the victory too.
As soon as I arrived I ordered tequila. But one gringo said this:
Man, that made me really angry, really, really angry !
In all that mess I took out my old double berrel shotgun without intention to shoot,
but I fired by mistake into the window of the space Station.
Luckily, the glass was thick enought and protective walls were activated immediately.
I managed to calm down in all that mess and I forced bartender to took out their last bottle of tequila *grins*.
After that ma hermanos and hermanas from the patrol came to Casablanca
and we all were celebrating our sucessfull patrol.