Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

[loganbrigg]

INCOMING TRANSMISSION:

Comm ID: Ensign Logan Amadeus Briggstock
Source: Battleship Essex
Encryption Type: Level-3, Standard BAF Encryption
Subject: Battle Report
Date: 8th September

The video feed is somewhat distorted, but it is easy to make out an injured pilot on the deck of the Essex, still covered in grime and dirt. He pants for a few moments, and begins to speak.

"High Command, this is Ensign Briggstock, I am reporting on a large-scale fighter battle in the Edinburgh system, ranging from Planet Gaia to the surrounding area, including the nebula."

He wipes his brow again, and begins to speak once more.

"Firstly, my Templar was destroyed in the battle, I was the second last fighter to go down in flames, with Sinclairs ship closely following mine. It was a massacre toward the end, I'd say roughly 10 fighters total bearing down on the two of us as it came to a close."

Another pause.

"The battle started fairly even, a squadron of around 6 or 7 BAF fighters, and a squadron of 5 or 6 GRN fighters and a gunboat. We destroyed the gunboat fairly quickly, and moved on to the fighters. Lt. Cdr Ree went down first, followed by another of ours I don't remember the name of. We took down a couple of GRN fighters, in response, then it all went to hell."

Logan pants again, and wipes sweat from his brow.

"Other combatants, from everywhere, VR fighters, a NLH fighter, several freelancers, reavers, mollies, everyone came in on every side. It was madness; no one knew what was going on or what the numbers on each side were like, I've heard wild variances from everyone in the squad as to numbers, 5v10, 9v4, 3v7, crazy stuff. In the end, several of our fighters had to bug out through the Tau-31 jumphole, and it came down to me and Sinclair. Then it ended with flashes of blue plasma tearing through my hull."

A klaxon sounds, and a badly damaged Templar hurtles through the docking bay, sliding along the deck to a halt, smoke billowing from the vents. Logan curses, and hurries off to assist the response team. The feed distorts more, and suddenly cuts off.

TRANSMISSION ENDED.

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Ensign Logan Amadeus Briggstock - Quintessential Bretonian.