SENDER:LtCdr. Alastair Stedman RECIPIENT:5th Fleet High Command LOCATION:West Point Military Academy, New York ENCRYPTION:ALPHA SUBJECT:Patrol report 20/05/834-22/05/834 PRIORITY:Medium
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*Appears to center the camera on his desk*
Well it has been a long time since I have posted one of these. Its been seven years. *leans back in his chair and sighs heavily* Makes you wonder if all this *waves hand around* is worth it doesn't it? Nothing puts life into perspective like getting your ship blasted to pieces by insurgency ships and the next thing you know you are waking up 7 years later. *sigh* My parents moved from Cambridge to Manhattan all those years before my birth to seek prosperity and new horizons. I wonder if this *waves his hand again* is what they had in mind for the future of their family. Conflict and turmoil. Ever since the Nomad war in 800AS, *laughs* heck I wasn't even born yet, but ever since then, its seemed like almost a constant state of war. Alas I am rambling on. I am supposed to be reporting on my patrols.
*composes himself*
I flew a patrol of the Colerado system on 20/05/834. I encountered a GMS freighter callsign: GMS-Arquette In orbit of Planet Denver. As soon as I arrived he seemed to leave the area in a hurry. He wasn't carrying contraband and while we aren't exactly friends with the Gallic's, he didn't seem to be military or a spy or anything. So I let him go. I continued my patrol towards the New York gate when JUST my luck that I would run into a pair of Xeno's. I had hoped to avoid any combat on my patrols for the time being as I had only just been given my wings back after passing the refresher course on the simulator. But XA-Cobra and XA-FRS-Engraver weren't here for a cup of high tea either. I engaged with Cobra, unfortunately my rusty combat skills were still a bit too rusty. He disabled my executioner's power core and engines and I was left drifting until an Agira transport picked up my emergency transponder.
21/05/834: I flew patrol through most of Liberty space. I covered the trade lanes across all the major systems. Towards the end of my patrol I encountered a Rogue Gunboat called Birdie. I swear from the depths of my memory I am sure we scrapped that pile of trash. *sighs* But I suppose the Rogues will rebuild almost anything. They are kind of like Junkers in that sense. I engaged the Birdie with an LSF Avenger callsign Garuda-1 in my Gaurdian, I don't know why we renamed it but whatever. Unfortunately we did not have the firepower to break through the Birdie's shields, and the Rogues chose to run back into the Badlands as soon as the Interdictor class LNS-Columbia arrived on the scene. Other than that nothing to report.
22/05/834: Ah. Today was an interesting day. I left New York headed towards the Texas system for a standard patrol. As soon as...
*Alarm Claxons Sound*
*Voice over the intercom system*
"ALERT, All available pilots to their ships. Long range sensors have picked up multiple Technocracy vessels headed towards the California system."
Well sh*t looks like duty calls. I don't know what this Technocracy business is all about, HC's given me a file of all the stuff I missed during my time "out". Suffice to say I haven't caugfht up on it all yet. But if the alarm bells are ringing it can't be good.
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