Communication channel opened... Encryption:High Origin: 5th Fleet HQ | Juneau Shipyard ID: Rear Admiral Maverick O'Howell, Chief of Communications Subject: Cincinnati Debrief and Log
I'm sure everyone here has awaited the debrief of the Cincinnati and a full report of the events. I will patch through files and logs of the ship and recorded patches within this report.
We met with a man named Joshua Hunt. Supposedly he had an assumption that the Gallic forces were in cahoots with the Nomadic entities. We purged them from Alaska system. And we needed a place safe to speak. Figured the best place would be beyond the Zone 21 minefield and into the system. Here is part of The Dialogue.
Quote:Josh: In order to get in and confirm the theory, we need a ship of size capable of cloaking and entering the Gallic territories. From there I can take a ship and scope around. I will then report my findings to you, and we split.
Mav: It's not going anywhere. I'm the captain. This is my crew, and my ship. We won't be going into enemy territory."
Josh: If you love Liberty and all it's worth, you'll see this mission through. We could use your ship. It's capabilities are phenomenal. You can keep it at a distance from all planets and patrols. One done, we're gone. It's all I ask captain.
Mav: Are you sure it's Nomadic related?
Sylus: He has to have something. I mean look at the-
At this point the ship warnings start screaming banshee mode.
Sylus: "SIR! UNKNOWN BLIP ON RADAR! IT'S HUGE!"
~-*Ours-knows*-~
Hunt: Oh god... It's back...
Mav: It's the war all over again.... Crew to your posts!
The Nomad was large and even bigger than an Atlantis. The ship itself was caught by surprise. We fought, Fled, Fought, Fled and when the engines gave out from destabilizing we turned tail and faced it. Once the Cincinnati came broadside, we hammered it with everything. A nearby patrol of 2 Gunboats and 2 fighters assisted. They were less fortunate but were just enough with the combined power of the Cincinnati to send the Nomad node packing. Encounter started at D-7 and progressed up and over the sun before coming back to "Plane".
The ship left adrift with damaged engines, Radar tower was taken out, Many floors leveled or imploded. Comm arrays left standing were used to send out a Distress Beacon of our last known location. F-2.
Quote:Come in, Come in. This is the LNS-Cincinnati. Repeat, th' Cincinnati.
We have survived the encounter but are losing power. What remains of power are reserved for vital equipment. Last known location Foxtrot Double.
Repeat, Foxtrot Double.
This is Maverick O'Howell, Disress, Distress, Heavily Damaged. Repeat, Heavy damage and need repairs.
-Beacon Signal lost.
Uploaded HERE is the path and areas where we made conflict. The final area is where the ship went dead and floated and where the other 4 pilots were lost.
Headcount- A list of crew was taken of what crew remained. Of the 200, 140 are presumed dead or have perished in the wait. Joshua Hunt took the only missing escape pod off the ship. During the battle, He said the Nomad came for him. After a short bout of exchanged vocabulary, He left and jettisoned to space. Alive or dead, Good riddance.
Damages- Floors 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, and 11 were off limits. Survivors were taken to floors 1, 2, or 6. The bridge accommodated myself and 10 others. Parts and paneling were used to reseal hull integrity, but could not re-pressurize floors lost to the vacuum of space. We found some wreckage of other ships and raided them for necessities like rations and parts while we drifted past.
Movement- The Beacon was sent out as long as it was able to. The automated systems killed power to unimportant processes like Engines and gravitational flux's to run the Life support aboard the Cincinnati. We obtained a visual on a nearby wormhole and with none of the engine rooms operating, and auxiliary support generators running for life support, we could no longer idle outside of wormholes as usual. The Wormhole pulled the Cincinnati in and we were shot out of the other end into ***REDACTED***.
***SECTION OF BLOCK 3 REDACTED***LSF patrol ran across the Cincinnati A mere 7k from***REDACTED*** and brought the ship back to Juneau by escort.
Upon arrival at Juneau yard, the remnants of my crew were debriefed. I spoke to Fleet Admiral Jack O'neill about the events and what happened. He believes my story but put my crew and I on 24 hour quarantine. To make sure nobody was infected. The 24 hours has been lifted but we're on a one week surveillance. Some of the crew has gone home for rest and family.
The Cincinnati however was docked in bay 3 for repairs by a good 10 or so techies and a few die hard's of the Cinci who have no family or friends elsewhere. I took my hand at the hardware of the bridge and communications arrays, and repaired the Radar. Cincinnati was re-fitted with upgraded cloak that takes batteries instead of Fuel. Shield has stabilized and is no longer flickering with malfunction. Engines still need repair and gravitational Flux's need parts.
Now that's up to date. I'll be waiting at Juneau for someone to bring me-
19- Engine components.
7- Bio-Neural Processors
13- Nanocapacitors
21- xenobiotic Fibers
and 4- Gravity field stabilizers
I'll be staying with the ship. Since my wife presumes me dead... Guess I'm going full time. Among the fleet, you all should be able to get it easily and bring it to me. This concludes my brief and I'm glad to be back. O'Howell Out.
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