Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

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Comm ID: James Hobart, Commander, Great Essex fleet
To: Bretonian Armed Force
Subject: Report

Dublin system, onboard Essex
I am sure that you would like to know how it all started, but anyways lets proceed with my report. I slowly walked towards the officers cabin to eat something real. For the past few days i have eaten only artificial stuff and i wouldn't mind if i had a cooked meal for a change. I heard that Essex got a new cook, and that everybody was praising his cuisine, I just had to check the rumors out. What i got was even worser then what i ate before. My meal was served cold and did i mention the milk? I think it was probably the worst milk in whole Queen's fleet. On a side note i would like to use this opportunity to request a 'fresh' shipment of milk to be transported with the next supply convoy. I have already spoken to Essex admiral about this little problem of fresh supplys but lets return to the important stuff. After i finished my breakfast, I jumped into cockpit of my good old fighter and started to fly around following my patrol waypoints. Dublin was suprisingly calm for this time of day and for a change no one tried to shoot me. Few Hours later after i finished my lunch i got a new assigment. I had to do a routine check of both New London and Cambridge systems. Although i tried to avoid any encounters i failed in the end. I ran into Goodmen and Taylor who were patroling in the area. After we exchanged few words i continued to Cambridge system to investigate strange reports i recieved. Off course that's what i have told to everyone, i just needed some time for myself since every time i connect to our communication array i hear Gilead and Goodman arguing. Those two are full of hate towards eachothers. Well atleast beautifull colours of Cambridge managed to calm me down.Watching all those variations makes you think who or what made it. You can almost feel god touching you through this artwork, but as always something had to ruin my moment of peace. I got a distress call from one of my wingmen. They have encountered a Smuggler flying a ship full of marijuana in New London. We have put him under arrest until policemen come, but moment of our carelessness and gave him just enough time to dissapear. I would also like to inform all pilots about some kind of dimensional thing around kensington station, watch out how you fly!! So , ma'am Taylor started acting weird again so i had to run again from her, that woman is really annoying and i believe she wants me dead more then alive. Best way to loose someone is to go to Newcastle system. You could hide half of Kusari Fleet there for 100 years and nobody would even suspect anything. But i failed again, i have never saw such tracking skills. I intercepted a weird communication from Austin Goodmen, i like to call him Goody. He switched to his personal ship, while Taylor was buisy with chasing me around Bretonia. I really didn't care what people do when they are off duty but this message intrigued me.. It said Lt. Austin Goodmen, Queen's cross, the best Bretonian pilot; or he believed so is commiting a treason act against his beloved country. I didn't know what to make out of this....




The reall report, Omega 3 Cambridge Manchester, Newgate
For quiet some time, Wilde are after that cursed Artifact from Cambridge Research station. They want it so bad that they are sending their ships over and over just to fail again. For the love of god we have a whole fleet of Templars stationed there. I assume Wilde are not so smart after all or they wouldn't waste their ships like that. Personaly, I dont know anything about projects that are currently being worked on that station, but I know what kind of mission I got. To protect Cambridge station with my life if I must. Nomad war is still fresh in our memory and anything that is connected with Wilde or Nomads present a high risk for the humanity. So, about Goodmen. He did something very very stupid. Everybody knows that giving anything to Wilde is like commiting a suicide. We recived this communication just on time to try and stopGoodmen before he delivered 30 stolen Artifacts. Meeting place for this stupid transaction couldn't be in Bretonia space. It was far too dangerous for Goodmen so we believed transaction will be done somewhere in the Border Worlds. Somewhere where you can even "loose" your mother in law and noone will ask how or why you did such a thing. Omega 3 seemed like an ideal and logical place for that. There is far less Armed and Police patrols...empty space you could say. Taylor and me, currently in Newcastle, tried to get them in time. When we arrived to Omega 3 he was still chatting with one of Wilde pilots near Douglas station, but we were too late. Goodmen already gave the Wilde what they wanted. I ordered ma'am Taylor to shoot down that Wilde pilot before it ran away with all those Artifacts onboard but we failed and Four more Wilde ship arrived in the system, i guess to protect their goods. We didn't have any options except to flee and take Goodmen with us. For that foolish act, which was also an act of treason I arrested Goodmen, and escorted his ship to Manchester system, Newgate station. I still don't know why did he do that, and after I spent hours thinking about it i decided to stop and leave it be until we investigate this. He was a good pilot rather annoying but good and a very funny lad and i am dissapointed how he ruined his life. I must suggest extra guards to be put infront of his cell just in case and I would also ask the chaps from MI5 to take over this investigation. Well, with this sad news I would like to end my report.

Comm logs

Signed by: James Hobart

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