COMM ID:Ensign Tanathyn, Alexander TARGET ID:Liberty Navy Command SUBJECT:Patrol Pattern ENCRYPTION:Medium PRIORITY:Low
Ensign Tanathyn, reporting in.
Patrol assignment completed March 1st, 825 A.S.
Time is 4:44 AM Sirius Mean Time, log begins.
I'm writing this from Downtown Central Hospital, recovering from some first-degree burns and a concussion, seemed a decent enough time after that light show near Fort Bush. It began normally enough, departing from Battleship Missouri towards Baltimore Shipyard, and from there, right as I left the lane and saw Fort Bush's familiar silhouette; I registered a Lane Hacker ID popping up. Started demanding a two-million credit fine from some clueless trader, right in front of me and a Deputy from LPI's local law enforcement. He either didn't see us or, if he did, didn't register the fact he was pirating in front of two officers of Liberty law. Either way, he tucked tail and ran off afterwards.
From there, I took the lane to Manhattan and began my four-point patrol. Strangest thing as soon as I slipped out, an Oracle or whatever they're called, religious nutjobs or some such, perched on top of Trenton chatting it up with a Freelancer. Ain't they supposed to be some sorta alien xeno-jingo cult? Nomads and all that. I hear New York used to be a hot-spot for aliens, and I'm not just talking about the people. That Freelancer, armed to the teeth, could have been a huge threat to security being so close to a high traffic area; but the guy used to be with the Fifth Fleet so I didn't hose him about it. Can't be all that bad if he's the one starting a conversation with me first.
I'll skip all the pleasantries and just include my patrol path from NY to Pennsylvania in my AAR. I would just like to report about what landed me in the hospital in the first place, drifting through the wreckage of my Upholder in an escape pod which was in bad shape from being blasted around by torpedo shockwaves. I escaped relatively intact but I can't say the same for poor Ensign Porthos; got incinerated by those torp-toting bastards. I digress, though, moving on I received a call for support through official channels that there were unknown hostiles moving in from the Colorado jump-gate; my patrol took me through the Jersey Debris Field so I responded and prepared to rendezvous until I got another squawk over the comms that there was another near Fort Bush.
What happened after's a mess and what pictures my guncam managed to take is probably scrambled from the radiation. Suffice to say, the amount of heavy ordinance fired at me could have leveled half of Planet Manhatten's northern hemisphere. Where the hell did this torpedo Rogues come from?
Signing off,
Ensign Tanathyn
Liberty Navy, First Fleet
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