Incoming transmission
Source: Ouray base, Colorado
From: Jerry "Cottonmouth" Dennison
To: Ya'll Xenos
Well, today were a fine one indeed for me ego it was! From the top, Jack Tar asked if I would be so kind as to help him set up a few of his new ships, as he was movin' up in the world. 'Course, I obliged. Li'l did I know that an LSF gunboat had me on his scanners almost as soon as I stated makin' mah way to Jackie's locale. He too had picked up one o' them dirty LSF on his backside, and we decided to meet up in Colorado to take the trash out.
Still, the combined firepower of our two Eagles was unable to more than dent the gunboat's shields, with an LSF escort Avenger makin' a surprisin'ly good job of covering the lumbering bigboy.
Before long, Jackies ship gave in to some sort of engine failure. His whole tank got dumped into the jets and he was off like a rocket with a porcupine up where the sun dont shine. So yeah, me all on mah lonesome versus a hotshot fighter jock =LSF=Evangelion and some gunboat. Not too good right then. It only got worse.
Lady luck appeared to shine for the other team as a Jupiter Guild Rheinland bomber, with an Inferno mounted came into range. Gawd damn, if he hadn't had run, I might've got my hands on that hardware... military grade stuff too, not like the equipment we usually get. Probably had a pretty good energy matrix, seein' as it was a snubnose model, but hey, it weren't to be.
The guy was surprisin'ly pacifist in his attackin' maneuvres, and I was easily able to drop his shields with my mini razor and follow through with me Suntigers an' Widows. He soon got bored or whatever, and left the scene. Probably because he couldnt land any decent shots.
All the while, that pesky gunboat and support fighter were up mah tailpipe shootin' lightshows at me. I'd have to stop some of that at least eh?
My guns turned on the Avenger and we had a right good tussle. He ate his own nuclear mine at one point, which he miraculously survived. Still though, it provided me with the edge I needed. Towards the end, I saw the fighter jock tirin' in his manuevres, them becommin' more slack, so I increased the temperature!
That gunboat didn' do much throughout the skirmish I must say, unable to cover his ... cover.... yeah...
So the fighter was about to fall, then he cruised on out of here. I would've been angry at myself for not kissin' his hull with a mini razor, but hey, it happens don't it.
I soon left the gunboat in the dust behind me and headed home for a good drink to displace the adenaline that I'd be pumpin' out durin' that skirmish.
So yeah, no kills, but I think we proved that we are the better team to be on. That, an' them decisive victories not too long ago will definately be gettin' us more recruits.
