**** Incoming transmission ****
ID: Vilkas
To: Fellow Corsairs
We were pirating at omega 3. Simple work, you see the trader you rob him.
After our presistence up there soon omega 3 become quiet. I Already thinked about docking with fp1 and taking a room for a nap. It realy was a hard day. I was heading to fp1 at the time then friend from gamma called us. Outcast attack on home beloved system. I knew Im not very welcome there, but I didnt thinked much about that only security of my fatherland was only thing what I could thinking at the moment, just gave power to engines and fled as fast as possible with few pals of mine.
The battle was already heated. After a few moments I arrived Gueardia was taken down taking my sheilds out. More and more death transmission flooded my radio channels. Plasma, Neutron, Practicle was everywhere. I felt pulse blasts with my bodie shaking.
Still. I looked one on the most attractive target. Some of teh RoS was flyin Odin (I dont know, im just succesiful of defeating these powerless ships). I guess he tought that noones is on his tail, so he didnt bothered himself evading to much, that was his fatal mistake. He killed his engines and drifted, then I locked the target, and took him easily. He wasnt able to use bots or bats.. that was faster the lighting...
Soon after that, RoS killed RoS by mine. .. few more members of our nation died. But the looses in nubers were bigger to our enemys. After i chased a few light fighters by detonatin their dropped mines, (it was the only way to fight them, since they evaded jousting) they stared to flee. Only twwo ships of them remained. Victory.
Now im healing my wound in the shoulder. But Ill hope ill soon be able to pilot my Titan Iltis agian, and get out of gamma, until OPG start to run twordwards me ..
Im still happy, that I risked my life in a name of Crete and its welfare.
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