The S/D Agency Files

[pieguy259]

INCOMING TRANSMISSION
TO: The Director, Search/Destroy Agency
FROM: Agent Carly Denver
LOCATION: West Point Military Academy, New York System

DAMN. DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN BLOODY SODDING DAMN!

...ahem.

Today was one of Those Days. I undocked from Newark to see a RoS in a Falcata who had seriously ticked off even the Rogues, somehow. It quickly became apparent why. He'd apparently captured a Fleet Admiral and was torturing him, somehow, while flying. Naturally, the Navy offered a rather substantial bonus. "Perfect," I thought. "I'm eating tonight".

Yeah. Right.

After chasing the irritating little sod all over the system, myself, a Freelancer and a couple of Navy pilots cornered him near the California jump gate. I leaped into the fray, expecting to make short work of the nuisance.

I soon, however, discovered two things: he'd most likely picked up batteries and nanobots at the Rogue Destroyer, and oh yes, I believe he had an Inferno on board.

After a long firefight, I ran out of regens, and decided to beat a hasty retreat. I headed for the jump gate to California, and it was then that the RoS finished off my ship.

Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to switch off my escape pod's comms before screaming the worst profanities I could think of regarding him, his mother and everyone who had ever associated with him at the top of my lungs.

That's it. If anyone sees [RoS]Enojado[W] out there, I want them to surgically remove his necessary organs for furthering his bloodline and give them to me, so I can have the distinct pleasure of pounding them into a blood-stained pulp with a large hammer. Or, better yet, deliver them to me while still attached, so I can listen to him scream while doing it.





...Calm down, Carly... have a drink or something...

...wait, this is New York! LIBERTY ALE. OH MY GOD. I HATE SODDING LIBERTY A- *message cuts off*

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