To: Union oberkommando From: Liese Schreier Subject: A chaotic mess
Short report about the events that conspired in Texas and Bering.
Heiliger Strohsack... had it not been for that firefight in Bering, this would have been quite a simple one to report of. But nevertheless, I digress.
I had been called by Frau Riehl to accompany her and Herr Ludwig Hoch from the Prinz Eugen on a patrol over in Texas. Need I say more when we faced a Libertonian gunboat after we had intercepted it thanks to quite a subtle tip off from a fellow Junker, or such I heard from Riehl at the time. It took quite a heavy beating before another snobby Libertonian fighter made its presence known. The battle was hard-fought to say the least, as the gunboat was relentless in attacking us as we attempted to kill off the pesky fighter behind our backs.
Effort and time eventually shined upon our victory over both the fighter and gunboat, as they both became mere scrap metal in their beautiful explosions. And hey, the Junkers will most likely appreciate the extra scrap they can sell off, win-win.
There was the occasion of a stranded ALG freighter that seemed to have its tongue bitten off by a cat. Namely, us. His ship was reduced to a plundering waste as he seemed to not utter an inch of a word in response. And among our return trip, I quickly picked up a rather distressful call for help from Herr Reise, whom had aptly gotten intercepted by a scummy bomber from what seemed to be of Libertonian origin. Needless to say we both dealt with it at utmost ferocity, promoting ourselves with a quick kill on top of the last few. And among said engagements we found a helpful Rogue flying a gunboat himself whom had helped us deal with the ALG freighter, and perhaps we could strive in further relations with them at some later point.
What scares me however, and still beats my heart with a vengeance, is the rather daring raid the Bounty Hunters managed to pull off not shorty after we had managed to resupply our own ships. Two to three fighters showed up way too close to Pacifica in my taste, and soon enough the asteroid belt would be donned by the spitfire of more than just the early few ships that had engaged us.
The struggle had become a real thought as more and more contacts closed in and started firing on us during it all. Even at first we thought we had the upper hand, only to be proven dearly wrong in our minor celebration. It lasted for what I could have imagined as a whole hour, which however was only a mere fifteen to twenty minutes if I can recall correctly before we had a chance to disengage near the station.
Herr Hoch & Lippert suffered from the occasion as their ships were eventually destroyed in the chaos of the battle. But they have managed to survive with minor injuries if even such, thanks to a little quick thinking. They will be up in no time most likely.
I need some rest... the earlier operation to free Ludwig has taken its toll on me as well as this chaotic display. My head is still stinging and ringing while the minor injury on my arm has mostly disappated.
For the Union,
Liese Schreier
Gefreiter, Pacifica Base - Bering C5