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

[MrHeadphones]

---Incoming transmission---
---Sender ID: Lt.Cdr Robert Jones---
---Subject: Report, or how all of my "favourite things" happened at once---
---WARNING: Preliminary scans show large quantities of sarcasm---

Right. Well, today's patrol started pretty well, the Fleet Admiral was out, as was a gunboat and Lt.Williams. Of course, the fleet Admiral had paperwork to do, didn't he? So after stopping some border hoppers, he signed off to do whatever it was he had to do. That left me, Williams, and the gunboat guarding Leeds. I don't think anything heading to Kusari got past us. Williams somehow managed to aqquire some gallian wine from a passing trader, and ended his patrol at the earliest possible moment, since I had forbidden him to drink it on duty. The gunboat left shortly after, needing to resupply for its next foray into Kusari space. Naturally, around that time, my comms started bleeping. I was told, by an increasingly hysterical comms operator of a Wilde gunboat in Cambridge. Naturally, I was half way there when I was told that it was a false alarm. So, of course, I headed back up to Leeds. I was sitting around up there, when once again, I got another message about a Wilde gunboat. Of course, I had to head down, commanding officers' orders, with only 2 minutes to go until my shift was supposed to end, and on the way I decided that if it had been another false alarm, the ensign who sent me the messages would be cleaning toilets for a week. Naturally, the Wilde gunboat had been sighted and had moved to Omega-3. I found it being pursued by bounty hunters who were apparently so low on fuel that they ran back to the freeport after a few k, leaving me with an angry Wilde gunboat. Perfect, just what I always wanted. Naturally, he decided that he wanted to become by best friend, and decided to do that by firing missiles at me, as you do, leaving my challenger (which they're still fixing down in the docking bays) in a "well loved" shape. Of course, it couldn't only be that fun now could it? Guess which of my best friends ever came to omega-3 to say hello. Salazar bloody Kithe. Even the Wilde gunboat told me that it wasn't my lucky day, although it could have been nicer if it had used my comms and ears, rather than just transmitting it directly into my brain. However, the bounty hunters proved themselves useful by taking down Kithe's sabre drone, and the Wilde gunboat fled from the hunters after being told that it was next.

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