From:Senior-Lieutenant Erik Meier
To: The Fighter Corps
Priority: MEDIUM
Greetings Comrades,
Today was a glorious day for the Coalition! After reports of Reavers engaging the Kursk in Omega-5, all available forces were scrambled as the Reavers tried to invade our glorious home. Our forces were quickly assembled under Commissar-Major Sasha Kirov at Mykolaiv Station where we awaited the Hostile Forces.
They arrived in true Reaver Fashion, drunk and trashtalking, big mouthing promises they could not keep. Promises of painful deaths of Coalition Pilots at their hands, Promises of blood , and scrap metal. These came true , but not blood of Fighter Corps Pilots, Not Scrap Metal of Fighter Corps Vessels, No. The Reavers thought they could come and kill us in our homes, but were met by the might of the Corps. Our Recruit vessels engaged the foe before the main fight even errupted, raking havoc across the Reavers lines, damaging their vessels, injuring their pilots. You'd think they would've learned no to mess with the Primary fleet, but no , we're talking about drunk Reavers here, Sober enough to fly, too drunk to realize when they made a mistake. They engaged our forces near Mykolaiv , and it was not long before a huge dogfight errupted, fighters, bombers and gunboats where everywhere, Hull's being damaged, weapons draining quickly. The Reavers fought hard, but to no avail, while not loosing one of the Fighter Corps Members, the Reavers quickly lost Two vessels before they were driven out of the System by our might. All in all a Glorious Victory in the name of the Ikon , the Intruders were driven out and destroyed, our might too strong, our forces too coordinated for this bunch of drunk pilots that call themselves Reavers.
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