[color=#99FF99]Sender: [color=#99FFFF]Willows, Sarah - Admiral, currently aboard the Battleship Overlord, Norfolk Shipyard, New York system. Recipients:The Liberty Navy and Security Force, especially the Captains of the LNS-Firestorm, LNS-Lyza and the gentlemen 'Kayvesk' and 'Gunneberg'.
*No one else but Admiral Willows appears on the screen, sitting on her command seat aboard the Overlord and looking extremely angry.*
"So today I got my wonderful behind on patrol.
So today I was merrily flying on patrol.
So today everything was looking rather calm and quiet, aside from some usual minor local Pirate threats.
Until..."
*She slams her fist onto the console in front of her, sending tiny pieces of the plastic flying off into all directions.*
"A GODDAMN MOTHERFRAKKING RHEINLAND MILITARY BATTLESHIP SHOWED UP IN MOTHERFRAKKING A-FRAKKING-LASKA!"
*A short pause for her to catch her breath, followed by her fishing a cigarette out of her pocket and lighting it.*
"I want to know WHO the hell is responsible for not a Fighter, not a Bomber, not a Gunboat, not a Cruiser but a whole big damn king-size Bimarck-class Battleship of the Rheinland Military being able to enter our goddamn 'secret' frakking place.
I want to know HOW the hell that thing managed to bypass all our goddamn security.
I want to know WHY nobody was there to intecept it.
I want to know WHY none of you goddamn Security Force Spooks knew about such a big damn gigantic green coffin operating in that area of space.
I want to know WHY nobody knew about that damn thing being there until, by chance, a Secondary Fleet Captain informed me of it being there while I was on patrol.
Right now I'm sitting aboard the Overlord, and I've been trying to find out just how the frakk it is possible for that big a ship to slip into our space, unnoticed, unharmed, unmolested, un-frakking-touched.
Because I had to get the damn Overlord out of frakking nowhere on maximum speed, frying half the engine couplings and two secondary reactors to make the thing move as fast as it possibly can along with whatever Secondary Fleet ships I could gather in the short damn time in order to attempt to intercept and destroy that gigantic green piece of trash.
Un-frakking-fortunately, that ISN'T MY DAMN JOB IN THE FIRST FRAKKING PLACE!"
*She slams her fist on the console again, this time making even more pieces of plastic fly up high into the air.*
"I'VE JUST CHASED THE DAMN THING THROUGH OMICRON MINOR, OMICRON DELTA, OMICRON KAPPA, OMICRON SEVENTY-FRAKKING-FOUR, OMICRON THETA, SIGMA SEVENTEEN, SIGMA THIRTEEN AND THEN TO FRRAKKING FRANKFUUURT!"
*Aaand there goes the console.*
"I want to know who is responsible for this screw-up, and I want this goddamn trash to never happen again.
If the Rheinland Military's response time wasn't so bloody miserable I doubt we'd have gotten out of Frankfurt without a damn fight.
And so you bloody know, that goddamn green turtle's apparently managed to collect some actual data on our secret place, so yay-hay, even more problems for everyone."
*Obviously frustrated, but much calmer now, she leans back in her seat and closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.*
"Last damn thing we need is more problems, especially if those come in the shape of Rheinlanders knowing about Alaska.
The only actual good thing that came out of this stunt is that maybe, maybe we managed to cause enough damage to frak with the Sturmvolk's systems and, just maybe, maybe we managed to frak with their records.
Aside from that, all the Secondary Fleet vessels, that would be the Gunboat Firestorm, Assault Battlecruiser Lyza and Captain Kayvesk managed to return home safely.
There's only been minor damage done to the ships, however this still stands as a glorious screw-up for everyone who didn't do their damn job and let the Sturmvolk slip into our space in the first place."
*Flicking the cigaratte away, she leans closer to the screen now, managing to flash a little smile for a moment.*
"There's a good side to this whole thing.
Namely, I got to see first-hand that some of the Secondary Fleet personnel aren't as bad as some people claim to be.
The Captains and crews of the Firestorm and Lyza performed admirably under the present conditions and I hope they'll serve as an example to other Secondary Fleet elements in the future.
Not to mention Captain Kayvesk, who already assisted me and the three Recruits Mark, Newman and Vega yesterday and helped to show 'em around."
*Lighting yet another cigarette, she catches sight of her own hand, bleeding from all the console-slamming action.*
"Well, frak... anyway, yeah, there's something else.
As much as I can't stand the Order, after the usual bitching, they showed themselves cooperative even as we entered Omicron Minor.
Unfortunately, way too late to be of use.
What's more interesting is that I managed to actually get the aid of a present Corsair around their space, who then managed to intercept the Sturmvolk in the first place so we could damage it.
Now that one thing don't say much, but I think we might show ourselves a bit thankful and friendly to the Corsairs, regardless of what exactly they are, in the future.
What else... right.
Recruits Mark, Newman and Vega... I'd like you lot to spend your next hours acquiring the necessary Navy Guard Clearance in order for me being able to give the other high-ups a kick so we can get your promotions done.
Oh and, good job, everyone yesterday and everyone who was present during the chase today, including Mister Gunneberg, even though you got cut off from our group in the middle of the chase."
*She stands up and starts to walk off...*
"Maaac! Get me a band-aid or somethin'! And some Vodka!"