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Comms ID: Constable Alastair Graham Hind, Bretonia Police Authority.
Subject: Patrol report #004, 26.08.818.
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Constable Hind reporting.

The usual pattern seems to be erupting over and over again, I report for a standard escort duty or a patrol and end up with saving the world... in a sense.

The King of Freight, a sub-division of the Libertonian shipping corporation Universal decided to order two BWTs into Bretonian territory, loaded with deuterium. I came upon this pair of vessels above London, just as they were departing towards Kensington. It took some time for me to get proper scans and registration codes out of the two ships, eventually determined that they were bound for Scarborough, Newcastle with their shipment.

Not only because I wanted to make sure of their destination, but also because they chose a rather perilous route, I decided to escort the two BWTs, reaching the aforementioned station without trouble. We parted our ways as soon as they were in Manchester and departed towards Liberty. Me, I went back to Leeds and Edinburgh.

After finding the latter clear, I flew back to Leeds, meeting a heavily armed very heavy fighter cruising above the planet. I disrupted his cruise then proceeded to identify him, to which he replied with a death threat. Regardless, we had a rather lengthy chat, determining to the individual to be a member of the infamous Coalition communist terrorist group, a certain "Ace" called [color=#FF9900]Daemon Steele, as he introduced himself. He also claimed to be flying a military-grade fighter of a Rheinlander origin, obtained from a certain group called the Red Hessians. All clicks into the picture if you ask me.

As I received numerous threats and kept listening to the pilot listing his Royalty kills, I called backup and informed him of it, to which he responded with fleeing (right after citing how cowardly the BAF Admiralty is, I'd like to note). We caught him in Dublin, trapped in the molly mine field, just like that Kusarian the other day... mayhaps there's an actual use with that field being there? At any rate, I listed him the charges he had to face, which are currently as follows:

Assault on authority figures, 6 counts.
Destruction of government property, 8 counts.
Destruction of private property, 1 count.
Resisting arrest, 1 count.
Speeding, 1 count.
Obstructing traffic, 1 count.
Abuse of system comms, 2 counts.
Disrespect of authority figures, threatening, countless occasions.
Being a communist, 1 count.

Having listed the charges, the [color=#66CCCC]BAF Lieutenant, John Clay decided to take him to a holding cell. Of course, the SCRA Ace refused to cooperate and surrender, so a fight between the two individuals erupted, which me and Sergeant Hidamari spectated at first.

After a shorter period of fighting and Kusarian language lessons, the Lieutenant's ship was rendered inoperative by the communist vessel, forcing me and Sergeant Hidamari to take over the apprehending operation of the SCRA individual.

The fight was rather difficult and lasted for an extended amount of time. The SCRA Ace sure lived up for his title at any rate. The light fighters we flew made slow but steady progress with the advanced military ship the terrorist was flying, I'd say the skirmish was rather two-sided at all times. Sergeant Hidamari sure could handle herself too, it was truly a pleasure to have her as a comrade in arms against such a skilled opponent.

The balanced fight it was, it came to a balanced ending. The Coalition ship retreated, exhausted and heavily damaged, about as much as we were. Dublin was secure, no civilian life was lost. Following a few minutes of pause however, we were needed again.

A border patrol spotted unidentified vessels entering into Dublin, just as I was flying back for repairs and ammo. I was the "lucky" one to come up on them first, I have to say... these vessels are nothing I've ever seen.

Judging by the tone, looks and way of speech by the ships' crews, we were meeting some kind of Kusarian prototype pieces of weaponry, apparently a stealth cruiser and its sole escort fighter, a modified Chimaera. The purpose of their mission was unknown, my guess is that they were conducting a field test of their new toys.

I found myself alone against the pair for a few minutes, luckily my rather agile light fighter gave me a good opportunity to not only dodge their projectiles as they immediately opened fire, but to summon reinforcements as well. Sergeant Hidamari and two BAF destroyers the Romulus and Remus pulled me out of the fire, they immediately rendered the Kusari cruiser into a flaming iron ball. So much about their superior prototype technology.

Me and the Sarge were the ones left to handle the cruiser's escort, the modified Chimaera with powerful weapons I've never ever seen either. Again, an ionized VHF with superior weapons and technology? Didn't sound much like the right job for us, yet it has happened for the second time that day. About a quarter of an hour flew past when Hidamari's vessel was caught by either a mine or a razor, I can't recall. I managed to salvage her escape pod, then after a few minutes of sparring and a salvo from the remnant destroyer, somehow the Kusari escort fighter left the area without being asked, telling me to forward a message to some random Corsair or something.

Exhausted and wounded, I flew back to the Essex for the night. Can only hope these Kusari prototypes failed their first field tests.

Constable Alastair Graham Hind signing off.

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