Stoat - A log

[Stoat]

Another fine days work. Well, certainly no more than an hour!

I took a transprt to Planet Cambridge to collect my bomber, as I have been thinking of relocating it to Delta. No sooner had I launched than I received a call for assistance from Commander Hobart of the BAF. Seems that a group of Corsairs were disrupting trade in Omega-3, so I immediately headed for their location. Communications revealed that there were two Praetorian bombers and the new gunboat, while both BAF lads present were in Templars, so my bomber was going to prove a useful tool against the gunboat.

We formed up at Freeport 1 and immediately headed for the lane into the Wilkes icefield, when all power to my ship failed. I've no idea what happened, but everything suddenly came back after exactly sixty seconds. A quick diagnostic of my systems revealed nothing, so I headed for the action. Both BAF pilots had already engaged by the time I arrived, so I dived in, targetting the gunboat. He really didn't stand a chance. His shields were soon ripped away, and then a single, well placed SNAC shot took him out completely. The two praetorians didn't last much longer after that, the BAF lads dealing with them, while I kept the corsairs' shields down.

A nice little earner that one. Two million credits for thirty minutes work.

I decided to head back for Cambridge to get the electrical fault checked out further. Everything was fine as I took the lane towards Battleship Norfolk, when suddenly all electrics failed yet again! I was kicked out of the lane, and the force of that expulsion caused me to black out. When I finally came to, I couldn't believe my position. I was on the far side of Planet Cambridge, close to the trade lane, about half way between the planet and the New London jump gate! I quickly checked my logs, which were blank from the exact point I was ejected from the trade lane to the Norfolk, for a period of exactly sixty seconds. By the time the logs restarted I had reached the location I found myself in. Sixty seconds to travel from one side of the Cambridge system to the other!

Not wanting to risk the lanes again, I put out a distress call to Planet Cambridge, and within the hour I was recovered. Mechanics and engineers are currently taking my bomber apart piece by piece in an attempt to discover what occurred. Diagnostics were unable to identify any anomoly. It is all most strange.

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