Bowex InfoNet (inRP)

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From: Lore Walker
To: Bowex Infonet
RE: The *Redacted* contract


Good morning all,

Well this is getting tough.

I was taking the Pennsylvania route to Kansas, skirting the wide edge of the Meadville field... looking to avoid any possible dangers nearby. I must have been too close to a pirate route though as I picked up what I suspect was a Xeno vessel, tagged "wreck.". Probably dodgy credentials but I couldn't confirm as missiles and the cursing of Bretonia had me busy high tailing it through the asteroid field towards the Jump hole. Weaving around ice rocks at cruise speed, I managed to bury those missiles into nearby ice and made it through to Kansas.

I knew it wasn't over yet though.... I still had 30k or so to *Redacted* and that ship was hot on my heels.

20k left and they were gaining, less than 4k away... I wasn't going to make it... I had to do something... drastic.

I activated the cloaking device. I was only carrying 30 seconds worth of batteries but I had to buy some time. Damned batteries take up so much precious cargo space but now I was regretting not buying more. The computer warned me of the impending danger as her shield dropped and the cloaking engine started to hum. The cursing of my very existence coming from the communications panel muffled by the sound of my own beating heart as I counted the seconds under my breath until the cloaking field finally generated and that glorious vibrating hum that indicated that I now had at least 30 more seconds to live.

I had reached the outer orbit of *Redacted* when that cloaking field kicked in but my destination was right on the other side. More than 30 seconds away even at cruise speed. I just had to hope I could get enough distance between wreck. and myself to make it to *Redacted*.

The cloaking field dropped 5k out....

My pursuer was 3k away...

"Incoming Missile"...

Thunk!

"Cruise engines offline"...

I kicked in the thrusters and call through the emergency channels to the docking crew of *Redacted* for emergency clearance and assistance. Thankfully they were expecting me and fast tracked me for docking. I afterburned my ship right up to that dock knowing full well all the ways speed docking can go wrong but I decided some minor repairs and a bribe gift to the docking master was a far better option than being turned into salvage.


Now I'm just sitting in the station's bar, sipping a very expensive and well earned whiskey while I wait for the now smiling docking master to unload the cargo and fit my ship with some much needed extra batteries, all the while wondering if my mystery pursuer imploded in a fit of anti-bretonian curses and disappointment. Just another day at the office.


Safe flying,

Lore,
Bowex)Aeolus.
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