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

[-Rax-]

Message Class: Textual
Encryption: Medium
Priority: Low
To: BAF RO
From: Captain Noa Jefferson
Location: New London, lanes.

---

Good day,

I started my patrol at Suffolk. My fighter's fuel tanks , filled up slightly surpassing the limits assured me an easy and enjoyable flight. I did assume the responsability of flying alone, being perhaps a good way to return on my duty after the rank upgrade.
On the calmy way, the haulers showed up as the sun shines every morning, with a grateful smile but not forgetting their duty. I crossed a total count of four haulers. One in Dublin, enjoying his Ore minnery, two at the doors of New London, feeding Isle of Skye with the base's necessities and one of them hauling Gin to Omegas, who's I escorted out of the system after a relatively short talk.
The last one, being surprisingly more uncommunicative, leaving New London to Manchester on a fast duty hauling Med-Stasis bands.
My patrol finished there. It was time to move to Wellington for some tea.

Good day.

Noa Jefferson
Captain
Bretonian Armed Forces

---

---