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Non-Combat After Action Report

Date: 01.29.836, 1844 GAST
Rank & Name: Lieutenant Russell, Raymond
Reporting From: HFL Wicked Weasel
AAR # 002

G'day Command,

This hearts and minds op is going pretty damn well if you ask me. I've flown so many supplies into Pinnacle at this stage that the commodity dealer there, Davide Nervi or some such, is getting sick of seeing me and my boys. I'm putting a bit of strain on their fuel reserves at the moment, I've tried filling up at that Tijuana Freeport along the way, there and Fontana. Next on my agenda is going out and scrounging some H-Fuel to deliver, been a bit difficult getting places to part with it at a reasonable price so far. How are we with them GMG lot? Might be worth an excursion.

But yeah nah, back to what I've actually done. Went out in the small hours to run a load of 3600 food rations from Halifax again, no trouble at all. Seems every time I fly into Bretonia the law flies the other way. Maybe they've heard of me? Thought I'd give the boys a rest after that for a few hours, seems the Pinnacle lot have got some life in them afterall, had a raucous going on in the hold at one stage. Still, the boys enjoyed it.

After some down time we got back to it, heading out to Fontana this time, fuel for the Weasel, 3600 units of medical equipment to ship back. Again, no worries on the journey, so we decided to go straight back from Pinnacle to Fontana to collect a further 3600 units of medical equipment. Tell you what, these guys on Pinnacle are very polite, don't think I've spoken to anyone who hasn't said thank you to either me or my boys. Given how close we were to the total required units, we did another run. Before anyone asks, yes I can count, yeah? You can never have enough medical equipment, so count another 3000 units delivered. Got the station crew some real supplies too, 600 units of Liberty Ale. Don't worry, I know what you're thinking, I paid for those out my own stash.

Sadly I got word of some trouble in California so I decided to go back over to Leeds for another 3600 food rations from Halifax, save risking another flight to Fontana in the ever aging Weasel. Starting to see some healthy grins each time we come into the dock now, not from that Nervi bloke, miserable little bastard he is. Almost like he's unhappy he's got to do his job or something. Wouldn't last five minutes in the Legion. Hopefully we'll get someone else to deal with when he gets bored of doing his role. I can dream.

For our last run of the day we thought we might as well do something exciting, so we took the trek all the way back to Inverness to collect 3600 holotainment bands from El Alto. Crikey, had I ever seen so many flashing lights on that station in my entire life. No one would let me press one, yet they seemed less enthused about my joke about pressing the the red button. Boring farts. Anyway yeah, we got the bands and headed the long old way back to Pinnacle. Tell you what, those bands are pretty darn good, I had to try one out, you know? Didn't have anything like that back in my day. Times move on I suppose, always for the better.

Total cargo moved by the Weasel today amounts to;

7,200 Food Rations
10,200 Medical Equipment
600 Liberty Ale (my treat)
3600 Holotainment Bands

I swear that bastard Nervi stiffed me on the bands. We're there trying to help his lot with training using these damn bands and he does that. Luckily his attitude isn't reflected in the crew on Pinnacle. They seem like a good bunch.

I'll keep an eye out for some fuel, that'll be the real issue I'm feeling. We'll get it done either way.

Weasel out.

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