Bowex InfoNet (inRP)

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Incoming Transmission from Planet New London, New London system.
26. February 820 A.S.

To: Bowex employees.
Priority: Moderate.
Topic: Convoy report.

Convoy Participants:

• BES Johnson, Shire - Andrew Peterson.
  
• BES Hawking, Shire - Mark Sanders.
  
• BES Raleigh, Shire - Chris Jacobs
  
• BES Stobart, Percheron - Eddie Stobart
  
• ExSec Jan Peters

Convoy Information:
Initially, the group consisted of myself, and the BES Hawking, Raleigh and Stobart. We all picked up a freshly mined cargo of Beryllium Ore from King's Cross - so fresh that we actually encountered the BMM mining crew heading home in the opposite direction.

I flicked the fellows a small tip as a token of appreciation, just to show some jolly good fraternal enthusiasm. After reaching Rheinland, we picked up Alluminium Ore. Mr Sanders and Jacobs returned home, myself and Mr Stobart following suit later in the evening.

Convoy Incidents:
The way to Rheinland was squeaky clean - suspiciously so. I almost can't remember such a smooth trip through Rheinland's tumultuous core systems. After mooring to Krupp, I departed from the Johnson for the early evening to look for a Daumann acquaintance and check up on some contract details.

When I resumed the journey home, I had a ten minute or so head start on the BES Stobart. In light of this, I was able to warn him of a Corsair gunboat that was waiting out in Stuttgart. I managed to nimbly side-step him, at which point it gave up and departed the system. Mr Stobart didn't see anything on the way through, so I rather presume that's what happened.

In Omega 3, I had two run ins with members of the criminal underworld that could be best characterised by the proverb, "thicker than two short planks." The first was the Pirate Spatial Dart_Crane, who gave me the choice of "full stop now or die!!!". I elected to choose die, and opened fire on him. Fast forward three minutes and he was fleeing on fire, with my trusty Shire retaining shield integrity throughout.

I chased the bugger all the way to Freeport 1, at which point he docked. There's a report for the Zoners to chew on. Approximately seven seconds later, another ship undocked. This one was the Hessian bomber, FreeRheinland. This cheeky chappie flew to the next trade lane ring (on the way to Cambridge), before shooting it down and demanding a million credits.

Severely unimpressed, I prepared for the worst. My cynicism rewarded, the git fired a barrage of novas at me. Irritated, I charged my turrets and gave him a jolly good thrashing, probably invoking memories of the time he had asked his mother why she never loved him. After a few minutes of said Hessian fleeing in circles, wailing in abject terror, Jan Peters arrived to watch the festivities.

The Hessian crash docked on Freeport One without much more prompting. Strike two for the Zoners - I hope this won't become a frequent occurrence. From there, Jan scouted through to Stokes, where we moored and successfully offloaded cargo. Good shout there, sah.

Other Notes:

Assorted cretins have been added to the BBQ for flame-grilling. You chaps in ExSec - remember - the management likes it rare, so make your kills bloody.

Andrew Peterson
Trade Manager
Borderworld Exports

Transmission End

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