Incoming transmission
ID: Lt. Cmd. Yue Fei [transfered from CPW Karl Marx]
Greetings comrade! The ship is well and intact! Not surprising at all.
So, little news report from myself tonight. And yeah everyone forgot to activate our cameras. My apologies.
Our party tonight consisted of myself as acting squad commander aboard the CPW Karl Marx, comrade Gellantra, comrade Ceyes and comrade Rand.
Our enemies was a loose assortment of random pirates and the -very- talented HAF pilots, wherever the hell they popped out of (oh yeah, Crete that is. Pardon me.)
To make it brief, we jumped out of omega 52 one by one, and I presume everyone was drunk or something because we did so with absolutely no strategy whatsoever in mind. Large HAF activity was detected around, and I soon discovered them floating around Ronneburg doing... nothing I guess. I was somewhat impressed they held ground despite being only equipped with Titan, hardly fit to take on against a battleship. But then I think I mistook courage for utter stupidity, for they didnt try to run, nor shoot back, just hang around until they realized our battle cry was directed at them, and so were our lasery battery.
They died one by one, all of them with very original (and definitively non efficient) techniques; for instance, one would try to hide behind an asteroid to avoid my fire, yet completely obscuring his vision. He didnt see me coming next to him.
Another one thought maybe by flying very close to my hull, would confuse my gunners. Not really.
And then another one thought that by doing loops around my vessel he would evade fire. Not... quite.
Our latest prey fell to a one on one duel with Gellantras, which lasted exactly 0.5 seconds after the declaration, and ended with our comrade' victory. Predictable, no?
The HAF completely annhilated, we went to Omega 41, but finding nothing of interest except radiation, so went to Theta, annoyed the hell out of zoners and shot some random pirates that died (one by his own gun somehow) before leaving. Oh and we shot a bunch of anynomous bounty hunters.
That, pretty much resume the night. Ceyes went to sleep and the boys are drunk.