> Comm ID:Kayleigh Brown > Location:Dryden Base, Ontario > Destination ID:Xeno Alliance > Subject:RE: Pew Pew Pew! > Priority:Hatchling
The screen lights up. The young woman from earlier hops out of the cockpit of a Roc, popping her helmet off and tussling her hair. She smiles at the camera and laughs. Oooh man, those Navy jockeys are gonna be pissed! That was AWESOME! She sits down on a nearby crate, resting her helmet in her lap. So, I'm sitting at the Colo gate, right? And this Junker comes 'long, with a cargo hold full o' hull segments.
We get him to drop his cargo after some...pressure, and then this big stonkin' great battlecruiser comes to mess up our fun! He brings friends, too - a police transport, that blew up so quickly! Oh, man, it was awesome! She laughs for a moment, before continuing. Then, we took on the LPI in the Sutinga, quickly neutralizing him with a few choice mines. Next is the Junker, who decided to come help this poor LABC. We pump more antimatter into him than a fusion reactor on overheat, and he's burnt to a crisp before ya know it. Then we start chompin' away at this LABC, right? Big huge thing, takes about a million rounds to go down. Right before we get it, a Junker shows up in this stupid fighter contraption that proved way too annoying to hit. We ignored him, though, and took the beast out - and then we tore the Junker a new one, too!
She pulls out a bottle - this one more rectangular, clear, with an orange liquid inside. So, I got thisfancy bottle from a Libertonian trader, who was passin' through Cali. He comes in, real nice, polite, all that - Denver-born, assistin' the people, all good. I just ask for a few bottles, Pygmy does too, and we head out into the sunset, drunker than hell and full of good stories. Speaking of which... She begins to take a drink from the whiskey bottle, switching off the transmission with her other hand.
