An Escape Pod drifts aimlessly in the Jersey Debris Field, it's transponder sending a distress call every five minutes..
"Dammit! Second day flying this ship, and it's already destroyed.. The boss is gonna be pissed. I had better send in the call, before those idiots in Navy start their press conference.."
**Incoming Transmission**
**Decrypting Data Signal**
Source: Jersey Debris Field, New York System Comm ID: J. Fletcher Destination: Xeno Alliance Communications Subject: Requesting a pickup..
Sir
Earlier today, while unloading some pent up frustration on unsuspecting trade vessels in the Colorado System, I came upon another Xeno - Geronimo. This fellow was keen to disrupt activities and harass the authorities in New York, and me being the earnest fellow I am, decided to help out.
We made our way to Fort Bush, but our vessels were quickly identified and engaged by an LSF Fighter, who immediately called for backup. Naturally, this backup consisted of a Cruiser, a Gunboat and a Bomber, all of whom were eager to destroy our Light Fighters. I did manage to say a few words, to broadcast this travesty to the whole system..
This combined assault proved too strong for our meager forces, and as we pulled back Geronimo fell to the guns of the Gunboat. Sensing imminent destruction, I too decided to leave the scene, to fight another day. The host of Libertonian Lackeys decided they had nothing better to do than to chase one little hawk for the remainder of the day, and so I obliged, leading them on a merry tour of the system.
Unfortunately, their combined might was too much, with the GB finally succeeding in disrupting and then destroying my vessel. Fortunately I was able to escape to my pod in time, and am now drifting amongst the debris. When this message is received, my location is '&^$-A@#' (Just run the decryption algorithm to unscramble the code).
I just hope you can reach me before any Junkers do..