It was about two hours ago when recon delivered a fresh and accurate intel report about some ships of the Bretonian Armed Forces lingering around in, you won't believe it, Magellan.
I'm not a person who likes having people piss on my lawn, especially when I didn't invite them to get drunk beforehand, so Mr. Antares and I went on a quick and friendly trip to Leeds.
It didn't take long for the Brets to show up and combat started real quick around the New London jumpgate.
Mr. Antares didn't have much luck and got caught in an ion interference that ended up tearing his ship apart enough to get finished by one of the Brets without him having been able to prevent it.
I had to fly evasive for a few minutes until Mr. Mahnke and Mr. Atheus showed up to... well, unleash some more hell on the poor souls.
Suffice to say that from there it quickly went downhill for them.
In total we've trashed four Challengers, one Hussar, one Templar, some Mercenary Eagle and we almost had gotten rid of a Mercenary Gunboat which somehow managed to disappear thanks to the ion interferences in the area.
Well, atleast that's the list if I counted right, my flight recorder's still fried unfortunately.
On a further note, I'd like to recommend Mr. Mahnke for the Medal of Promise, for one of the ships he managed to shoot down wasn't just your average Bret fighter, it was no other than Admiral Mark McKenna himself.
That is all for now. I think Mr. Mahnke should have some guncam shots available for your viewing pleasure soon.