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

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Message Class: Textual
Encryption: Pranava Mantra
To: BAF DIS
From: Captain John Khatri

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This is Captain John Khatri reporting about my safe arrival to Alabama Shipyard, and of the Arbitrator's.

I took over from Commander Seeley French, who could not exit Bretonia, above Sprague yesterday at 7 PM. It took the Core escorts a long time to arrive. While waiting, I greeted a civilian Stargazer by the name of Petrobras, at which I accidentally fired a cruise disruptor, but the civilian forgave me after I had apologized.

The Core escorts came with the delay of 52 minutes. They caught me unprepared, as I was praying to Shiva for mercy on our perilous journey, but that lasted no longer than a few minutes. Before me stood the WV Damocles, Thresher-class, captained by no other than Guildmistress Nova Hawken herself. My other escorts were Core|Reaper, a bomber piloted by a woman from Liberty called Silver, Core|Jackson.Clyde and a Manta by the name of Loyalist_Commander. I must add that Silver was not exactly polite to me, but everyone else treated me with respect, albeit apparently not noticing Silver's lack of manners.

We departed at once and were quick to traverse all the Omegas on our way. When we entered Omicron Gamma, I suggested radio silence, but the Core were confident enough to dismiss my advice. It happened to be our lucky day, as the Corsairs were, at that time, fighting it out with the Outcasts, a small part of which I recorded from the distance. We reached the Omicron Kappa jump hole without any incidents. It was guarded by a Core reserve fleet Bullhead-class named the WV Echelon. Before jumping, my radio operator took the communications without authorization and shouted "Bretonia rules the space" before we exited Gamma. I will do with him what the Admiralty orders.

We traversed trough both Kappa and Delta without any events whatsoever, except that we passed dangerously close to a Corsair base in Kappa, named Cituadella. The jump hole to Rho lead us into the planetary disk of Rio, a blue gas giant. The sight looked miraculous. Unfortunately, Alabama was tens of K-s away, so we had to move. I took the Guildmistress' instructions of which drydock to moor the Arbitrator in when we reached the shipyard, and of who was in charge aboard, that person being a certain Peter Lambrecht, who I have not yet had the pleasure to meet. I took a photograph of us all and the shipyard with a drone camera, and then proceeded to moor. My escorts then left to do their duties. The mission was a success so far, and it seems that my prayers to Shiva have paid off.

Camera Shots:

Omicron Gamma
Alabama Shipyard
Arbitrator in drydock

जॉन खत्री
Captain
Bretonian Armed Forces

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