Incomming Transmission
Comm ID: Chusa Hajime Kitao
Subject: Phantoms...
Today was meant to be a quiet day. I was enjoying my rice-cakes on planet Kyushu, lovely food those farmers cook, nice and home-grown. However, a distress signal came from a ship in Honshu. A ship falling apart. A ship falling prey to the Phantoms.
It was only two vessels, the Fighter, a Ravenclaw, and the bomber, a Taiidan model. I engaged the fighter in Honshu first, in an effort to stem the flow of civilian blood. I was making good enroads into the fighter, without losing so much as my shield. The bomber was nowhere to be seen at this time, but made its presence known after another civilian ship fell to it.
They engaged me simultaneously, but still, my shields held strong. These Phantoms are over-rated, in my humble opinion.
Sensing the end was near, the claw backed away and hacked the jump gate, appearing in New Tokyo. I swiftly followed, but a contingent of Blood Dragon regulars blocked my path, cruise distrupting me. I had no way to catch either of my prey, my CM systems failing again as well as my Cruise Distruptor launcher jamming.
But then, the Phantoms showed their true colours. Running, even though they outnumbered me, they showed their dishonour. They are the personification of a true discrace to the Kusari nation, and the whole of Sirius. I despise their lack of any sense of rightousness to such an extent, that I have experienced more honour from every Bretonian pilot I've met in battle. Compared to the Phantoms, it was an honour to have fought and to fight any Bretonian.
The disgrace to Kusari, the disgrace to all the peoples of Sirius was intolerable. Long range sensors showed a jump to Hokkaido being made. I could not let them go unpunished. I could not let them get away with no consequences.
I pursued the bomber, Defiler, into Hokkaido. I followed it all the way through Chugoku and into sigma 13. I hate to say it, but I let my anger get the better of me. They were already engaged with a lone GMG pilot around Naha, and I engaged a total of three Phantoms.
The GMG pilot soon fell to the Phantom's combined might. However, when they turned their guns to me, my shields still held strong. Against a Praetorian, a Catamaran and a Taiidan, they were confident. Too confident.
The Praetorian pilot was conveniently the same pilot as the Ravenclaw from earlier, so I engaged him first. He took a while, his armour repelling my fire, but he eventually succumbed.
Sensing the tide turning against them, they retreated to Chugoku. Defiler's armour was starting to take a beating, and the cowardly ... I wont say that. They retreated yet again to Tau 63. Overconfident as I was, I followed and engaged again.
They had obviously sent a forward message to Mito shipyards. I was swarmed by guard Chimaera's, and in addition to both Phantom pilots, my shields started to fall. In an effort to clear the air, I began releasing my mines, knowing that the Phantoms dare not distrupt them, for fear of angering their rescue party. My mines were unsuccessful, only claiming one guard.
With no option left, I had to dishonour myself and retreat from there. Still, I feel no shame, fighting those disgraces is like trying to catch a small fish. We need a net, not a spear.
I will increase my patrols in the coming week to catch them. I will destroy them all. Their disgrace and dishonour that they inflict upon Sirius will not go unpunished!
