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• -- Encryption: Standard
  
• -- Pilot Name: Bill Wagner
  
• -- Ship ID: {ConEx}Dayton
  
• -- Subject:First Deliveries

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We started the convoy from the food packing plants of Planet Los Angelas, California. There, we randevoused with some old friends: Hitman-76 and Flash_Angus. Both bounty hunters have incredible skill in their own right. I have seen first hand their lethality and precision in the art of destruction and death. I know little about Gallia's politics - I knew we would need help from the very best if we were to run into any problems.

The voyage started out a little rocky. Our navigation and formation protocols were not set correctly. However, once our formations were set, we were on our way. We needed to get these supplies to the people of Planet Metz in a hurry. Time was a commodity almost as precious as the food on board.

The voyage was fairly monotonous with little action taking place. A small band of Outcasts showed up periodically, but local enforcement officers were swift to deploy combat vessels to deter the combat. Besides, they fled at the sight at such a convoy!

We finally reached out destination at Planet Metz. We landed at the on planet docking port and were met with FLG officials. The docking machines were quick at work to detach our cargo pods and dump the food rations on board. Armed guards were nearby. I did not see the disbursement of the food stuffs. I could only imagine the panic when the first round of food rations ran out. Besides, we had a couple of bored bounty hungers in space that needed to get moving.

We decided to pick up Zinc at the market center. Zinc is in need at Sabah Shipyard, our new Crayter Republic friends. Surely the material will be of use for the replenishment of their lost battle group.

From this point on, our pilots were relieved of duty. Most returned to headquarters to their bunks. Others resumed supply missions. I retired to my office to conduct my report.

I lean back in my office chair and take pause at what has already been accomplished in such a short amount of time. The pride I have in myself and my pilots - no, dare I say friends. They say not to use that term in the corporate world, but I'm also no longer in the corporate world. No, they are my friends. Perhaps a celebration is in order soon.

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