God Empress Ruby Hydra,
Fellow Brothers and Sisters,
while on a routine patrol through Core space I've picked up the transponder signal from a Zoner strike craft trespassing Omicron Rho. The pilot of the suspect ship disregarded multiple requests to cut engines and stand down for questioning, making himself eligible for termination. The pursuit went on deep into Omicron Minor, but right around the wreck of the Islington, the vessel was intercepted and after a short dogfight, blown into chunks of scrap by its own torpedo having made near aquaintance with my sidewinder missile.
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