PRIORITY: [color=#FFFFFF]Confidential ENCRYPTION:Basic IDENTIFICATION: Flieger Gabriel Engel SOURCE: Planet Stuttgart SUBJECT: Re:Patrol report 2
Sehr geehrte Damen und Herren,
time for another Report, I guess:
Several Days have passed since I joined the Rheinwehr and my experience keeps growing gradually.
The solo patrols are getting more easier each time, as I became familiar with the routine. Nevetheless it seems I will never grow bored of it. One reason, but not the only one are the puny but entertaining excuses, one gets to hear from Traders, that are holding conterband:
Most recently I saw a Freelance that tried to cross Rheinland borders with Military Vehicles. He prepared one of the most ridiculous pretexts. He seriously tried to convince me, that the tanks were mere toys for children. Well, guessing from my perspective, when I blew them apart, they looked pretty real. If that's the toy of choice for Libertonian kids, not to wonder that they all grow into triggerhappy morons!
Today I was summoned by my officers to Patroll the Omega 7 systems. Beeing at the very border of our beloved Vaterland, it is restricted for Rekruten and Flieger to enter it alone. After performing the Hyperspace jump, I was flabbergasted. All I saw. was a gargantuan Yellow Nebular filled with sharp-edged asteroids that could shred ones hull into pieces. The monotonous stomping of mining satellites, was coming to the ear. Not far away from my portside wing, a vicious gascloud blew up and let mein Vessel, shaking from the shock wave.
The impressions of that hostile environment, were distracting from my duty, but only until the supervisors arrived.
On that mission, me and Flieger Barent Adalbert were accompaigned by Major Harkonnen and Admiral Rall himself. We expected to see some Hessian activity in that area, but we got disappointed in that matter. However we encountered a foul mouthed brothel ship [color=#FFFFFF]"Spagna". Foolishly the Kapitän of the Liner shouted threats through the intercom, pretending as is he was going to rob someone. Ordering a lockdown on Freistadt, where the vessel was roaming, was my first action. As our pack was drawing our circles closer and closer around the haples brothel, the Kapitän remained incooperaive. He did not consent with a relocation of the "Spagna" to Omega 3.
Not very much later, the limitied patience of Major Harkonnen had ran off completely and he ordered the ships destruction.
I will never forget that sound of the panicked geishas that hustled to the escapepods as the ship drew closer to it's demise.
Just about two minutes later, on our way out, we crossed a Outcast Gunboat. Obviously the Capitain tried to fool us with the unsuspicious name [color=#FFFFFF]"HolsteinKiel". Seeing a Tridente without fightersupport the Flieger and Me used that oppurtunity to improve our aims:
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