**Incoming Transmission**
Origin : 202nd Medical Detachment, Malta
Comm ID: Fernando Lombardi, 202nd Sabre
To : Commander Mia Bonello
Subject : AAR, Omicron Eta, Corsairs
Senor Bonello, seeing as how none of my comrades have seen fit to lodge an official report of this engagement, now that some of my strength has returned, I have taken it upon myself to do so.
Approximately three days prior, whilst engaged in BHG suppression sorties around Malta, long range scanners and com channel monitoring began to indicate a build up of Corsair forces.
Fearing an impending assault upon our territories, a small task force composed mainly of members of the Glorious 202nd, ably assisted by the RoS, assembled to launch a pre emptive strike.
It seems we met their task force coming the otherway, realising as we jumped they where in Omicron Eta with us we proceeded to intercept, making contact with the Dogs near Palermo Station.
During the opening stages of the engagement things appeared to be stalemated, I spent this time mostly on the defence as I seemed to be drawing a lot of enemy fire, particularly missile fire, I believe I consumed the vast majority of my countermeasures in the first 5 minutes.
It seems that I succeeded in my attempts to make like the junker in the gold storage... how you say, very dodgy, for after a while fire upon my person diminished to the point that I was able to maintain a much more offensive footing.
After our wing was commanded to switch primary targets, the numbers of our foe where quickly thinned, first by one, and then a second of the dogs fell to my brethren (Alas, my targetting computer was beginning to show signs of what was soon to occur).
It has been suggested that perhaps the corsairs managed to infect my vessels systems with some broadcast computer virus, whatever the cause, in the midst of the engagement I suffered a massive and near total systems failure (ooc : red lag) causing my weapon and engine systems to shut down completely, and leaving me drifting, helpless as a newborn babe.
I manage to stabilise the systems once, but not for long, and when several moments later she shut down on me again I settled in to await my brothers inevitable victory. However, whilst stranded there in the void, incoming vessels reinforcing our treacherous enemies targetted and destroyed my stationary vessel in a single salvo, I barely had time to punch out before my poor Sabre disintigrated around me.
I have not recieved any direct confirmation of the outcome of the engagement, though chatter about the hospital ward I now find myself consigned to indicates it was a victory, I hope the rest of our wing made it through ok.
Ferdinand Lombardi, signing out.
PS My utmost gratitude for your package senor, the hospital grade gear is so weak I could barely control the pangs during my convalesance, you are once again, my saviour.