Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

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Message Class: Textual
Encryption: Medium
Priority: Medium
To: BAF DIS
From: Lieutenant Commander Paul McKinley
Location: HMS Norfolk, Cambridge System

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Sup.

Lieutenant Commander McKinley is back on duty after a shore leave forced upon me by the hull of the HMS Dauntless. Not that I mind. In any case, after the battleship rammed me into oblivion I found myself in a blessed state of unconsciousness. It took me a while before I managed to crawl my way back to the living. Once I did so, however, I for some reason found myself on Yaren. Don't ask, I have no idea how did that happen. Also, thanks to the fleet for scooping me up, I guess?

Anyway, since the Dauntless tore my engines off, I had to fetch a replacement. The Core had no PTE engines, so I had to settle on HN propulsion. Once these got welded to my ship and I were done with enjoying my time in the bar, I departed the outpost to find my way home.

The first thing I saw was a trash can named "PRIME|Delta". It tried to question me about stuff, but I had no mood to talk with microwave ovens and shooed it away. Well, the Core battleship did that before I managed to turn my shooing intentions into actual deeds. The can fled to the nearby Freeport. The battleship's captain didn't seem too content with the can's docking on Freeport 11. I nevertheless attempted to establish some form of a chat. That was a futile course of action, to say at least. Good for me, the ship's comms officer, or I think it was a comms officer, displayed a marvelous advantage of IQ points over his superior, as well as a notable inability to pronounce "h". I briefly explained my situation to the guy and he generously offered to give me directions.

I was first led into a system labelled as "Omicron Kappa". it was full of hella weird nebulas and seemed to be located in a tunnel of sorts. There was also an outpost transmitting ugly words towards my ship. I think it belonged to the Corsairs. Once we crossed a small part of the system, we arrived at a jumphole that supposedly led to "Omicron Gamma". Lovely, isn't it? The comms officer gave me last directions how to cross that hellhole and the battleship departed, with a loud "honhonhon" flooding the local comm channel.

Devoid of options I took the jumphole and found myself in yet another nebula. This one, instead of being blue-green, was just green. The system was surprisingly empty and, after passing by another cursing outpost, I arrived in a small outcropping of the Walker nebula. The Omega-41 was right where Honhon said it will be. There were two weapon platforms guarding it, but they were no match for a Paladin.

Now this place was a real hellhole. You can feel the radiation chewing through the ship's hull there. I did not loiter around the area and swiftly passed by a yet another cursing outpost. After that, only an old and loose minefield stood between me and Omega-5. The 41, just like Gamma, was devoid of any hostile vessels.

Omega 5 was as desolate as any other system I went through. Nothing remarkable to be reported here.

The travel through Omega-3 and the Cambridge was calm and devoid of any obstacles. I arrived on Norfolk alive and well. The encounter with the Gaian was described well enough in ensign Cuttingham's report.

That is all.

HN propulsion.
Core battleship.
Omicron Kappa.
Omicron Gamma.
Disabling the weapon platforms.
Omega-41.
Jumping into Omega-3.
Arrival at Norfolk.

Paul McKinley
Lieutenant Commander
Bretonian Armed Forces

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