Hellfire Legion Message Dump (AO)

[wainwright]

[Incoming Transmission]
[Comm ID: Wainwright]
[To: HF High Command]

I've just returned to America Base. I've been recovering in the medical bays on Rochester Base, after the incursion into New York on Friday. Or was it Saturday? Or Thursday? My memory of the events have not fully returned. Apparently I was found by a passing junker in the debris fields. The pod was badly damaged, and I am apparently fortunate to only have a broken rib, dislocated wrist, severe concussion and mild amnesia.

It seems, from the black box recordings, that I was advised of a sortie into New York. From the comms chatter, they were already heavily engaged with a number of Liberty naval vessels.

By the time I reached New York, hostilities were long under way. I remember Blue Dove, Andrew LeBlanc, and someone named Eddie Cassidy being there, but am unsure as to the others present. The navy pilots were concentrating on a rogue gunboat, so I targetted those naval pilots that were distracted by the gunboat.

I was able to draw Dion Miller away from the main body of the fighting, and from the recordings it seems I somehow disabled his engines. Either way, he was drifting, and was a simple target for my razor.



Going back into the fray, I noticed John Talon was there, and no-one else seemed to be targetting him. I quickly turned my attention to him, and after a few passes, he too fell to my razor.



After taking out Talon, I was immediately targetted by his lapdog, David Hale. It was an intense engagement, and we were evenly matched. The recordings show that on our final pass his hull was under severe stress, as was mine. My razor shot grazed his hull , where his took my Sabre full in the engine generators. My ship exploded violently, kicking my pod hard out into the debris fields, and ripping my seat out of its brackets. As I slammed into the side of the pod, still strapped into the seat, I lost conciousness. I hope someone was able to take him out.

Wainwright out.

[Transmission ends]

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All the old knives, that have rusted in my back, I shall drive deep into yours.

Betrayed