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From: Lieutenant James Arland

Today's sortie was eventful enough. I launched with Ensign Arthur Davenport first and foremost for standard one-on-one fighter combat training, and after going a few rounds, we get a distress call from some Daumann transports in Leeds, complaining about a Molly presence. I alert command, get a couple more fighters on deck, and I get reports of the area being secured soon enough.

After a while, Lieutenant Commander Wayne Johnson pops in with news that they are chasing a Molly transport through New London. Ensign Davenport and I joined in on the hunt, and we pursued him all the way through the Dublin jumphole and back to Arranmore, where we sadly had to break off.

After this was over we broke off into a couple patrol wings, where we were joined by one Lieutenant Commander Goodman, who I have not had the pleasure of meeting until now. Patrol wing 1 consisted of Johnson and I, who headed to Puerta del Infierno in Cambridge for recce and harassment of the installation, though nothing really notable happened there otherwise.

Afterwards, Johnson signed off and I was reassigned to Goodman - with his authorization, we (that is Davenport, Goodman and I - force composition: 2 x Templars, 1 x Paladin) went on a long-range patrol op through a circuitous route. I can't quite gather the specific order, but we visited the home systems such as New London, Leeds, Newcastle, Manchester and Cambridge, as well as Omega-3 and 7.

Under Goodman's direction we also visited Cortez, Inverness and Coronado for recce. While we were told to wait by Barrier Gate Station me and Davenport got some leery looks from a couple of shady, pirate-looking characters flying Kusari explorers, but we were ordered to egress from the area before anybody fired a shot.

We also got word of a pirate liner going by the designation "Robber" in Cambridge - we investigated and spotted him. He got spooked and ran, but Lt. Commander Goodman decided that instead of pursuing we lay low for a little while, poke around in Omega-7 and look around for him later.

This tactic worked out fine, as it happens. We caught him unprepared later in one of the border systems and eliminated him with no trouble at all. We returned to New London, and ended our flight there. Cheers to Ensign Davenport however, for finally popping his combat cherry and surviving the ordeal.

Good show, chap.

Here's hoping you survive long enough to make Leftenant.

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