Bowex InfoNet (inRP)

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Incoming Transmission from Planet New London, New London
09/04/822 A.S.

To: Bowex Infonet
Priority: Medium
Topic: Convoy Report and Debrief for 08/04/822 A.S

Convoy Participants:

• BES Sian Breacon The Little Bird
  
• BES Leeson Mr.Peterson
  
• BES Sheridan Mr.Clarke
  
• BES Killeen Ms.Cenncroithi
  
• BES Charles.Hitchen Mr.Grenville
  
• BES Quentin.Pelham Mr.Pelham
  
• BES W.Churchill Mr.Jones
  • Alongside the honourable pilots of the 343:
    • Hien-Ichi
      Aramaki
      Kitabatake.K-Shoi
    
    Looking up from the rift below the The Little Bird, the one that will be taking us to Leeds to help the boys in Red and Blue, I turn up the volume of the onboard comms receiver. *Right, ORDERS. Here's how we're going to run this - Peterson*. The ancitipation was tangible, almost weighing the ship down. The gents from the 343 were giving a good beating to the Frogs and now it's time to get some boys down onto Leeds. *Huzzah! Carina, Regina, Imperatrix! -Clarke*. Time to rock and roll. Thrusters up, into the jumphole.... boy these things give me the willies...
    
    Emerging on the otherside, a quick *jumphole clear on the other side*, and straight into cruise to suss out the situation. The route to Leeds was clear, but.... Contacts! Two GRN fighters, and they look like they mean business. Move to evade, attempt to lure them away from the Convoy... Meanwhile, the convoy makes it's way to Leeds and starts dropping off our boys.
    
    Engines killed. Thrusters on. Engaging.... slide, slide... breathe, just as Sanada-san showed.... fire, slide.... coolant leak? Coolant leak! Damn it! Ejec...*For Regina!!!* Explosion...
    
    Meanwhile, on Leeds:
    
    Thank Her Majesty! The Bowex lads have come to get us out of here! The Clydesdales are unloading marines... there that one! The Leeson! He's taking wounded, I'll take a ride with him. *GRN INBOUND! MAKE WAY TO LIBERTY* The ship rocked violently as it took off, and the Bowex convoy made for the Magellan system, bee-lining it in order to avoid the Frogs. The pilots chattered was echoing through the cargo hold... *Haul ass! They're on my tail!*.....*Clarke, if you attempt any heroics, I'll fire your corpse.*.... the tension was building, there were troops praying in the hold. some were singing, it was panic and madness.... Let's hope we get to Erie in one piece.....
    
    Sian:
    
    It takes more than a couple of Gauls and some empty space to kill this maiden! The Little Bird was torn up bad, the hull was a complete wreck. With mask up, auxiliary oxygen supplies and some duct tape, the Bird could fly and so I made my way out of The Leeds System towards Liberty space, Manhatten, and met up with the rest of the convoy. Boy, I was glad to see them all in one piece! *There's a man in orbit of Manhattan trying to sell us prostitutes, sir. -Saoirse*....Well, alive at least.
    
    *They are beautyful women just waiting to make all your dreams true*. The pilot was going for the hard-sell it seems. Despite the salivating over drugged monkeys, it was company time, and the boys had a job to do. The plan? Well, half the convoy had to dock for repairs after the scrap with the GRN, so half of us continued. Clarke and Saoirse on a return trip to Leeds to drop off those that couldn't get out in time; myself and Grenville to Ontario to pick up some Military vehicles to drop off for the boys in blue.
    
    On the return journey, we were intercepted by two...Lane Hackers, you know the "geek in the pink" types? They wanted a 2.1M donation for the School Science project... not a lot could be done about it, two bombers were circling our beaten up fighters and the transport. Grenville's gunners are good shots- but those weren't good odds. Reluctantly wiring through the 'donation', we preceded through, met up with the others and journeyed home for some R&R.
    
    A good day to be Bowex. See y'all on the flip-side.
    
    
    Sian Breacon
    Exsec Trainee
    Borderworld Exports

Transmission End