Action of note - Vessel Destroyed - M9 Series Corsair Heavy Fighter
Name - "THE_ORACLE"
After transfer to my new billet on Zvezdny Gorodok, I was acquainted with the ships I would be flying. The KSD-C9822 Insurgent, and the KSD-C9902 Revolution.
The Insurgent, a fighter, was well worn. Most of the exterior showed charring, grazes, and off-color hull patching. The name of the former pilot had been scratched out, replaced by my own - However the former pilot was, it seems he perished in some accident - As I was signing the papers for my first sortie in it, they were washing out blood from the cockpit. The Revolution, I was told, was still undergoing refitting, as it had suffered crippling damage in its last combat action - its pilot also died in that action.
Launching, I acquainted myself with the controls, while Lieutenant Murray, and Senior Lieutenant Stroganov took us through orientation.
Afterwards, orders came, and myself, along with Comrade's Ivanovici and Levashov, formed on Lt Murray's wing, with the intention of visiting Omicron Alpha, and the final resting place of the Sleeper Ship Hispania.
The journey was uneventful, and while each time we passed through Omicron Theta, we encountered sensor contacts, we did not close for scan. In time, we passed the Omicron Eta minefield, and entered Alpha itself.
The system was full of outcast signals, which paid us no mind (strangely) - each of us picked out a fitting spot for our scratch - myself, I picked out a small spot near the aft of the ship, in the former engine cradle. Satisfied, we formed up with Lt Murray, and exited the system, heading home.
In Omega-5, we encountered a Corsair Heavy Fighter, which had no interest in engaging us. Regardless, after Levashov returned to Omega 52, myself and Comrade Ivanovici armed weapons and attacked the corsair, with intent to kill. It led us into Omega-7, where it tried to even the odds by drawing the fight into a briar patch of gaseous clouds, detonating at contact with our engine wash.
After suffering heavy damage, the corsair attempted to pull a split s, and misjudged his distance to a gas cloud - the resulting explosion ripped his starboard wing to shreds, and detonated one of his engines - Comrade Invanovici and myself bled tachyons into the rest of the wreckage, scattering fragments over the better of part of 2 klicks.
Satisfied with our performance, we formed up on the Lieutenant, and headed to base.
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