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There I was, merrily flying along, mapping the system, when I jumped into Omega 15. I was instantly set upon by four Corsair battleships and over 200 Titan fighters. Having bravely fought off and killed most of them, I was finally downed by a missile from a dying fighter in his last attempt to get me. Thereafter, I was tractored in by an very old junkers pilot and dropped off at a base. After a few days spent in recovering from my near death wounds, I was able to be up and about and headed for the bar, where I spoke to some pilots who advised me to go and see the ship dealer and see about a ship. After having lunch in the bar, I strolled down to see the ship dealer, whose name I think was George. Anyway, after having a chat with the ship dealer I took out my Old Age Pension Concession Card to see if there were any deals going for OAP's. After haggling a bit, the only ship he thought suitable for an OAP, was a wallowing old Ravens Claw that he was desperate to get rid of. It looked a bit beat up, but I agreed on his price and, having bought the ship, went to the equipment dealer who managed to patch it up enough to get me back to my home base. On the way home I did not linger as I was still suffering mentally from that tremendous battle I had with the Corsairs.


Well having made it back to base, I had to report to the high heid yin, whereapon he demanded to know why I was flying a ship that was not issued to me, well after a bit of flannel, I was admonished, told to get rid of it, I pleaded for the old rust bucket which I had grown to love above all other ships, which I was going to rename the Firefox, but to no avail, it had to go in the meantime, untill the case is brought before the high counsel of the faction leaders, I shall have to wait for their decision on the clasification of the ship

Log end for 2nd July 2007