Fort Torrelavega

[CorsairTrent]

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Sender ID

CNS Mors Certissima

Location

Trafalgar Base, New London

Recipient

Torrelavega Administration

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Saludos,

While marauding around Bretonia, I decided to stop at Trafalgar Base for routine maintenance and resupplying. Meanwhile, I took some of my crew members to the station's bar to hear the latest rumors, as well as get some drinks. Shortly after we arrived, we encountered a small group of fellow Corsarios, who complained that the local Junkers did not have any Cretan rum for sale. Not content to let my fellow hermanos and hermanas suffer such indignity, I immediately ordered my crew to return to the ship, and set course for Fort Torrelavega in Dublin, carrying a small load of MOX to help supply the base's refinery. The trip was short and uneventful, and the cargo arrived safely despite hitting some mines along the way.

MOX Shipment

As soon as we docked at Torrelavega, it was time for action. I ordered my crew to fill our cargo hold with the finest bottles of Cretan rum available for sale at the base. After a while, they managed to load over a thousand cases of rum into the ship. Once it was all secured, we bid farewell to the brave souls aboard the fort, and set a return course to Trafalgar. Little did I know, this is where things would get spicy. There were no bogeys near Torrelavega, but when we arrived at the jump hole to New London, two unidentified BMM ships had just appeared from it. Knowing that their jump systems were still on cooldown, we simply rushed into the jump hole. Arriving back to New London, I ordered navigation officer Gomez to direct us back to Trafalgar. Unfortunately, a few thousand meters in, we encountered a Bounty Hunter gunboat and yet another BMM ship, forcing us to make a quick evasive maneuver in order to leave their scanner range and be able to safely deliver the rum to the Junkers.

Rum Shipment

Right after that picture was taken, the Bounty Hunter from earlier, callsign Aegis|Metis arrived in the proximity of Trafalgar Base and started circling it menacingly, while boasting about the allegedly enormous bounty on my ship. In little time, the three BMM ships seen earlier also arrived: BMF|Fs.Harlech (frigate), BMF|Fs.Lancelot (gunboat) and BMF|Fs-Longbow (Longhorn-class transport), and also started to circle the base like birds of prey. Fortunately, a Praefect-class cruiser, callsign Painite, was also present at Trafalgar and immediately offered their support. Through my ship's communicator, I ordered the four bogeys to leave the perimeter of the Junkers' station. My command was unsurprisingly ignored, so we proceeded to engage the targets, quickly dealing heavy damage to their shields and starting to punch through their hulls. We expected further resistance, but the cowardly Bretonians and Bounty Hunter instead decided to quickly retreat from the area. Nevertheless, we were able to catch up to one of them and teach him a lesson.

Mess with the Rum...

Finally, after disabling that pesky gunboat, Painite and I decided to return to Trafalgar before more Bretonian reinforcements could arrive. Once our ships were safely moored, our crews headed straight to the bar. We began uncorking bottles, and celebrated having saved the day. No one, Bretonian, Bounty Hunter, or whoever else, shall interfere with shipments of glorious Cretan rum.

Gloria al Imperio Corsario,
Commander of the Mors Certissima