Madness as usual

[Funkz]

*** OPENING DATABASE ***
OPERATOR CONFIRMED: LOGAN SINCLAIR
RECORDING FILE PERSONAL LOG-000001

Okay, that's it. Lewis is a madman. He may seem harmless, with all that paperwork he loves so much. But he's not. He's a daredevil, imprisoned in the body of a bureaucrat from New London. Don't scratch the surface, he might be jumping right at you when you're expecting it least. Like, say, when you're out to deliver terraforming gases to Harris and a Kusari raiding party is blocking your way.

"Outnumbered and outgunned." My weapon officer is good for nothing when it comes to shooting, but he does recognize a hopeless fight when he sees one. "Man the battle stations, bring our weapon systems online!" My brother does not. He charged (Can you say that, while talking about a Shire? Charge?) those rice-eaters. Hopeless. My weapon officer tried to provide some cover with our own turrets. He blew off one of the Elizabeth's cruise engine gondolas instead. The Kusari fighters hammered onto our shields, they were dropping slowly. Lewis was desperately trying to turn his badly hit ship around. "Recharge!" I shouted. There went another pack of batteries. Once Lewis had managed to set up a retreat course I tried to cover him with the Victoria. His shields were restoring slowly, my shields were dropping quickly. I ordered to reroute engine power to the shields since we couldn't activate our cruise engines anyway: Lewis' cruise was permanently disrupted thanks to my skillful chief gunner and those Kusari devils fired a few Hornets every time I tried to gain some distance. The situation started to look grim. Even Solomon, my wizard down in the engine rooms, suggested to surrender.

"Bretonian trading vessels, this is Bretonia Armed Forces heavy fighter patrol Gold-9. We picked up your emergency signals. Moving to assist you." This transmission from the BAF really was sort of a relief. But would our shields last long enough? Solomon down in the engine rooms had another opinion: "Out of batts, sir. Dem bloody bastards have us right where dem want us." Thanks for the info, I could see that myself. Those Kusari fighters were swirling my ship like mosquitos swirl a fat cow. I ordered to undock the cargo containers and shoot them, although I don't know exactly why I thought of blowing up 1,5 million credits. But it struck me as a good idea. The gas containers formed up a line as they drifted out of our cargo bay. "Just don't miss" I thought as I ordered my gunner to shoot the containers.

Boom! Boom, boom!

This time my weapon officer was more successful. The sound of those terraforming gases exploding was merely music to my ears. The Kusari ships had no choice but to evade the unfolding and then exploding gas clouds. Then the BAF patrol finally reached our position: "Trading vessels, head to the Leeds gate. We'll take care of these intruders." They sweeped in like a boxer's K. O. punch.

Lewis is on desk duty again, trying to find a loophole in our insurance contracts. The Elizabeth is at drydock at Scarborough Station. The Victoria's currently in high orbit above Leeds. Planetform does not want to renew our contracts. Mr. Magoon, our lawyer, is negotiating with them. We have a loss of 1,5 million credits and a Shire that's too expensive to repair. Plus, I need a new weapon officer.

- Logan out.

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SAVING TO DATABASE