Xeno Alliance communications (iRP) (FO)

[Dusty Lens]

Combat after-action report, 6/9/817

Patrol Tango 63, consisting of one long rang recon bomber piloted by David Copperhead Chambers departed Ouray at 1700 hours bound for Texas system. Patrol encountered a Lane Hacker gunship, the renowned crazy Edward Morris with some minion of his, Lord Imapwnu. I dragged him into the debris field in hope of dampening his vessels ECM capabilities in addition to reducing his chances of requesting backup. His minion played well at preventing my nova from recharging, upon whom I couldnt bring myself to return fire, fearing firing on his starflea would bring me some grief back home, though it played heck on the fight. The battle ended in a draw, with my vessels damage board showing more red than not and his own throwing off a few more flames than anything had any right to. I broke contact and returned to Ouray for a hasty refit.

Pending a few moments downtime for the wrench monkeys to weld a few fresh bit of armor scrap onto the hull of my ship, I re-launched in joint patrol with Landon Gopher Kramer and White Dahlia, on loan from one of our sister squadrons, to perform a hit and run operation on the Newark supply depots. The strike was a success, doubly so for the lack of any signifigant military presence in the vicinity. The lack of offensive units in the local area prompted my ordering that we engage secondary mission objectives, interdiction of trade coming through the pipe towards Newark.

Despite the heavy element of risk associated with performing such missions in the heart of Liberty, the ongoing effort to enforce the Rheinland blockade seems to have taken a toll on the local laws ability to scramble any means of quick action response and we were able to act with impunity. In the process we downed the trade vessels Hal9000, MakaRoni and Some other bloke in addition to Jonas Happy, a lippy Junker who reckoned he would mouth off to some Xenos at the wrong time. This orgy of success was peaked in the form of an errant Liberty cruiser, doubtless off of its patrol path, that fell into our little net. The Enchanted put up a stiff fight but was ultimately downed by our small crew of fighters.

At this point we overheard some panicky broadcasts that an Outcast destroyer was flying by Fort Bush, raising cain and upsetting the locals, being the good citizens that we are (and possibly having destroyed the vessel ordered to interdict the destroyer) it seemed prudent to see if we couldnt urge the fellow to make his way out of Liberty space. Perhaps in a hurry. Perhaps in a oh no Im on fire hurry.
The fight was brief, but well worth the enjoyment of an accompanying explosion. Given that too much success was a given recipe for disaster, the three of us broke for Ouray to replenish our supplies.

With a yawn he stood up and walked away from the keyboard. The evening had proceeded to grow even more heated, and troublesome, from there. But that's all he had time for before the call of the rack proved overwhelming. Switching the machine off David stumbled slowly to his small bunk, attempting to ignore the various pains brought on by an evening of high G turns and stressed combat.