SCRA Communications Centre

[Inquisitor Gaunt]

Incoming Transmission

From: Lt. Simon O’Hare
Location: Zvezdny Gorodok
Subject: After Action report RSOH-AAR-002B

Message begins:
Initial briefing was received from Comrade Alvarez, instructing the reconnaissance of New York, Sigma 13, and space between here and there. Further instructions were the analysis of the anomalies there, guncam shots of Buffalo Base, and the extraction of prisoners for interrogation. Easy, easy, easy.

First plotted course for New York, encountering little activity en-route. Came across some pissed off freight worker in an old CSV...wasn’t happy with the conversation.

LOG INSV-GC-M-011A[331A-PRW]
<L-Haul>Manticore: Sick'n'tired of the corporate crap.
<L-Haul>Manticore: I've got as much beef with Capitalists as you do.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: So wha', you pullin' back t'try t'live with the Coalition?
<L-Haul>Manticore: Heck no.
<L-Haul>Manticore: I can find a way to survive without a paycheck.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Piracy's as bad as normal capitalism...worse infact.
<L-Haul>Manticore: To be completely honest, from what I've heard, the Coalition doesn't like my.. Life style.
<L-Haul>Manticore: Aha.
<L-Haul>Manticore: You see, it's not exactly piracy.
<L-Haul>Manticore: It's making a statement.
<L-Haul>Manticore: Corporations don't listen.
<L-Haul>Manticore: You get too noisy and they cap you.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Y'still shootin' civies.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: People bein' forced into 'ere roles.
<L-Haul>Manticore: Hey, now. I'm not a murderer.
<L-Haul>Manticore: If I was a bloodthirsty pirate, I'd enlist with the rogues.
<L-Haul>Manticore: But I'm not, so I won't.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Jus' leave the nine-ta'-fivers alone and we don't got a problem, eh?
<L-Haul>Manticore: Yes sir, no sir, three bags full, sir.
<L-Haul>Manticore: Yes sir, I won't kill 'em.
<L-Haul>Manticore: No sir, I'll still shake 'em up.
<L-Haul>Manticore: Three bags full of cash I'll have at the end, sir.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: If 'ats the way y'gonna play, be sure t'watch your back...
<L-Haul>Manticore: You, too. Looks like you're not well loved around here.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: We ain' happy with you lo' strikin' the people barely survivin'.
<L-Haul>Manticore: Hell, it's not their fault they're barely on a living wage.
<L-Haul>Manticore: I'm trying to correct that.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: By removin' wha' little 'ey have?
<L-Haul>Manticore: It's not their money I'm stealing.
<L-Haul>Manticore: It's company funded cargo.
<L-Haul>Manticore: I don't accept credits.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: At the end a' the day it is...
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Without cargo, business goes out...
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: People lose jobs.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: 'En starve.
<L-Haul>Manticore: Trust me, my old bossess got billion-credit bonusses while I had to cut plumbing for a month.
<L-Haul>Manticore: They need to learn to spread the wealth.
<L-Haul>Manticore: More people will go on strike because of my actions, forcing change.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Or get rid'a wealth completely...
<L-Haul>Manticore: Hey, capitalism's broken. Doesn't mean it can't be fixed.
<L-Haul>Manticore: Heck, Socialism might work, too..
<L-Haul>Manticore: Now, I gotta' meet a contact down on Minor. Take care. I have a feeling I'll see more Coalitionists around here.
ENDLOG

I jumped into New York and came across the all too familiar stench of goading, idiots and piracy... I kept fairly quiet, playing a propaganda transmission instead, beforeKaze took the first swing...and many swings after that. She was with her Joker friend, and I didn’t feel like battling a gunship and a swarm of fighters in something so small, so instead...I ignored her for quite some time.

LOG INSV-GC-M-012B[331A-PRW]
Kaze.Dagon: *Stops sipping the moccha*
Kaze.Dagon: **Kaze... I detect Coalition signature in-system...**
Kaze.Dagon: Do you?
Kaze.Dagon: Hm..
Kaze.Dagon: Oh... SCRAaaaaa...
Outflyer-IV: Pryor: A Red boy? Damn.
Kaze.Dagon: SCRAaaaaa...
The_Joker: Oh SCRAp!
Kaze.Dagon: Come here, pretty red boy.
Kaze.Dagon: Hm... Silent SCRA...
Kaze.Dagon: SCRA. *Chuckles* And Liberty.
Kaze.Dagon: Oooooh SCRAAA...
Kaze.Dagon: SCRAaaaa.
Kaze.Dagon: Where are you pretty red boy?
Kaze.Dagon: Hiding?
Kaze.Dagon: Hey SCRAaaaaaa.
PAUSE

That lasted for a good fifteen to twenty minutes before I decided to taunt back. Mission was well under way, so I may as well respond, I thought- not like I was going to get killed.

PLAY
Kaze.Dagon: Top target heeeeere.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: **Fzzzt**
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Not interested in m'kill board t'day love.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: P'raps we can make you m'top target some time in the near future, eh?
Kaze.Dagon: Ah, you don't have interest in loosing another box, you say?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: **He winks, the transmission suddenly resuming.**
Kaze.Dagon: Tee? How was it?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: **Fzzt**
PAUSE

Continuing my flight to the Badlands, I took a constant stream of ballsy garbage from the woman, before I grew sick of it and decided to shut her the hell up...
PLAY
Kaze.Dagon: Ey SCRA?
Kaze.Dagon: Eyyyyy SCRAaaaaa!
Kaze.Dagon: Just a quick question Gommissary.
Kaze.Dagon: Just a itsy bitsy question, Faded Reddy.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: **Fzzzt**
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Wha'?
Kaze.Dagon: Ah finally.
ICMG[2nd]Hydrazine: eh?
ICMG[2nd]Hydrazine: He's not the only reddy here
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: 'Ey, a miner!
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: 'Ells yes.
Kaze.Dagon: Well ICMG.. You guys aren't faded red. You are more like... Vivid red.
Kaze.Dagon: And Simmmy!
Kaze.Dagon: You.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Yes, m'love?
Kaze.Dagon: You know Steele?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: P'raps.
Kaze.Dagon: And aaa...
Kaze.Dagon: Angie Brush?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: I think i's Broch, and yea...
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Wha' of 'em?
Death: [MR]Dropkick.Murphy was put out of action by El.Subversivo (Gun).
Kaze.Dagon: That!
Kaze.Dagon: Well, how were their funerals? Or did they got home?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Go' back 'ome, safe as 'ouses.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Tell y'what, too...
Kaze.Dagon: Ahhh, tell them to prep traps better?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: What say 'come back t'some nice 'Essian Base...
Kaze.Dagon: I do expect some fun from SCRA.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: I'll fire my Razor if y'know what-
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: 'Ey, me too!
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: So what say ya', Kazey-girl?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: You, me, bo'le of some capitalists Champagne...
Kaze.Dagon: Hm? You what? You'll sign off from SCRA?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Couple'a nights on Baden Baden...
Kaze.Dagon: Oh god.
Outflyer-IV: Pryor: *laughs*
Jordy.MeIler: Sounds like a mighty fine deal, Kaze.
Kaze.Dagon: Yeah.
Kaze.Dagon: Hey. SCRA.
Outflyer-IV: Pryor: Hey Kaze, here's an alternative: booze.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: I'll show ya' my red menace.
Kaze.Dagon: Come here and i'll show you 'love'.
Outflyer-IV: Pryor: *laughs hard*
The_Joker: Hahaha
Kaze.Dagon: Heck.
[*USI*]Ventura[E]: Dajia: You can always find love, in the bottom of a bottle of tequilla!
The_Joker: This commie dude is really funny.
Outflyer-IV: Pryor: Jesus man there are ladies present. *laughs*
Kaze.Dagon: *Laughs*
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Ah, good t'see the girl's got a sense'a humour.
Kaze.Dagon: Ey SCRA. What? Red Girls aren't fun? Too... icy?
ICMG[2nd]Hydrazine: Heh, most of them are just scary
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Ha! We go' some lookers in our lot.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: None of 'em as fine as you though, luv'.
Kaze.Dagon: Well, 'luv', before you start assassinating my birth language.. Do start to act like a man. Or wai- You're a mouse?
Outflyer-IV: Pryor: Now's time for words to get harsh, ain't it..
Kaze.Dagon: Yup.
Plasmodium.Corrosive: Hum de dum.
Outflyer-IV: Pryor: Well I ain't on the receiving end so let 'em rip. Hah.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Let's be honest now, 'eh miss? 'Ow can I ravage th'livin' daylights out'ya when y'still angry.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Gotta do some weird stalkery sh[static] a'fore so y'don't shoot me.
Kaze.Dagon: Ravage? *Laughs* The only thing you'll ravage will be my mines... And my inferno.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Sounds 'ot.
Kaze.Dagon: It is.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: **Growls**
Kaze.Dagon: Ask Steele and Angie.
Kaze.Dagon: They sure had their behinds in flames.
Jordy.MeIler: Maybe I'll tell ya about it some day.
Outflyer-IV: Pryor: I met Angie, nice girl..
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Oooh, y'do it with women, too?
Outflyer-IV: Pryor: Oh Hell *laughs*
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Ruuuuuddy 'ell, now things are warmin' up.
'Johnny_Walker: Getting good
ENDLOG

Drifted past Buffalo and the anomaly, scanning the pair of them. Scanners, being the little fighter set that they are, weren't able to pick much up...I can tell you, however, that Buffalo’s packing at least two pulse cannons, and a few prissy little light guns. Was engaged by a merc claiming to work for the Joker – took him down, guncam shot attached below.

Got a little bit of intel on the anomaly...

<::|| Streaming data...
Pressure: 12BARs
Magnetic Fluctuation: UNREADABLE
Stability: Medium
Electrical Generation: 112kW p/s
NO FURTHER DATA

Turned around to leave, only getting stopped once by some...weird Freelancer IFF’d pilot, no idea what was wrong with him...he blabbed on, I pretended to listen. Won’t even bother you with the details, just be aware there’s an airy-fairy numbskull flying around under the ID tag “Plasmodium Corrosive”. Continued on as ordered, downing a few rookie LR ships and claiming their pilots...

Headed back to the Omegas, stopping off in the Sigmas for a short while as I sought out and located the final anomaly...

<::|| Streaming data...
Pressure: 9BARs
Magnetic Fluctuation: UNREADABLE
Stability: Low
Electrical Generation: -110kW p/s – AVOID AT ALL COSTS
NO FURTHER DATA

Returned home and dropped off the prisoners, awaiting further orders.

Attachment: INSV GC-STILL-002A.img

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