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[McNeo]

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Comm ID: Rafael Montoya
Location: Crete

Today was a hugely successful day. Hugely successful. Everything went right, everything was dandy.

Obviously, the jist of it is that we got together as a group and caused some destruction and laundered some stuff while we were at it. We did so not once, but twice today, both excursions encountering more success than could be expected from what were essentially fairly risky ventures.

The first excursion involved a collection of Sails and Brotherhood members as well as a few independent pilots such as representatives of Tito Vendetta's estate. We swept Omega 7, Omega 3, Cambridge and Dublin, experiencing large successes with all of our encounters. Hermano Skyelius and Valentine participated crucially in the search for miners in Cambridge's beryllium fields, whereas Gonzales was there in the pirate transport, the Angry Barnacle, to pick up the many, many pieces. So many pieces in fact, that Gonzales had to trek back to Omega 5 to pick up the Boveda, another pirate transport, to fill up with more Beryllium.

The illicitly gained beryllium ore was distributed to a passing trade vessel, who accepted a deal to ship the Beryllium ore to its proper destination. We were of course, richly rewarded for our troubles...

We had a few problems with resistance on the part of the Bretonians. A trio of poorly trained BIS| tagged challenger bombers, armed to the teeth with nova torpedoes. Surprisingly, they didn't have any supernova cannons between them, and this quickly became their downfall. On the very first salvo, one of them took another out with friendly fire. One more died to their own explosions before the last was put out of action by by his own torpedoes, with no more of his buddies to space. A fitting end, but it left me thinking that we wouldn't have to have been there for them to simply explode of their own volition.




The Wilde did make a brief appearance on the scene with a pair of Scorpion gunboats, but they appeared to think the better of it, faced by five of us. No communication passed between us.

However, almost as soon as we had freed up the cargo-space of the Boveda and Barnacle, new targets made themselves known. The Joker and one of his drones had appeared in Omega 5, evidently spoiling for a fight. And a fight we gave him, kicking him and his machine-friend back to Ronneburg. He made good his escape, and we continued with our day.

We looked to continue our run of good fortune, and good hunting grounds made themselves easily known. Dublin was bursting at the seams with people, and we assumed, rightly as it turned out, that a few would be miners. Of course, most hid away as they detected our approach, but we caught a few of them out. As we moved in, our numbers allowed us to hit both of the most popular mining spots at once, and both had treasure to yield.

Where the Boveda was going, a pirate transport had just finished looting the miners for himself. Luckily for us, we intercepted and demanded his ill-gotten gains. Of course, he refused. His loadout was superior to that of the Boveda's, but it was of no consequence as the extra guns of a pair of Titan's secured his fate as spacedust. Of course, we took the gold ore that survived his explosion.



Just as that situation was resolved, the other group notified the Boveda that it had more ore sitting in space! It was inside the hull of a mining ship, but that wasn't a great problem. The miner complied with our demands, and we went on our merry way back to Cadiz.

Our hermanos were all paid their fair dues for the successful cargo-piracy, and we rested.

Little did I know there would be round two, started off nicely by the Coalition jumping the Karl Marx into our laps. We did pay a small price... the Cazadora was knocked out by enemy fire before the Artemis could administer emergency repair supplies. However, with the arrival of both the Artemis and the Memoria, along with the cruise disruptor platform that was the Cannonera, the Karl Marx bore the brunt of two battleship's worth of fire. The rest is history.

The Artemis returned to Omicron Gamma along with the limping Cazadora, which was partially being towed and partially under its own power. In my opinion, a small price to pay.

And so started the second excursion. This consisted of Sephardi, Gonzales, myself, Zorro de Plata as well as the independant pilots Errante and El Toro Loco. Much success was had, again in fact. Though the numbers in Omega 7 were low, there were other pastures to tame, including an unfortunate set of miners and trade ships. Yet more gold ore, even some luxury consumer goods to sink our teeth into. Metaphorically of course, those goods are uncommon here on this, our arid homeworld.

A small task force of Bretonian law enforcement was repulsed in New London too, adding to the success. Zorro de Plata scored two of the three kills, both on the light fighters, with Errante dispatching the third using a skilled supernova blast.

We moved on to Leeds, and after a brief encounter with the hauler of the aforementioned luxury consumer goods, swiftly departed Bretonia to the Tau systems. While in Tau 23, I was contacted by a member of the Colonial Remnant, one of the group that it has been known for some time attempted to neutralize their relationship with the Outcasts. I informed him that we were simply passing through. Indeed, that was what was intended, until the opportunity for some quick credits presented itself.



Moving on to Tau 37, and after a brief stop at Freeport 10, on to Omicron Alpha, we paid a visit to our old friend the Hispania. We noticed some graffiti on it, so we decided to do a bit of redecorating. I also think Errante put some of his urine into a bottle and threw it out the airlock, but I'd rather not doublecheck.



We returned to Omicron Gamma without incident, since the Outcasts were probably asleep. Good job too, since its very late for us aswell. As we disbanded, I think I saw the members of our little escapade stagger back to their homesteads. Maybe it was the drink, but I prefer to think of it as fatigue.

Oh, and we have a new member of the Brotherhood folks! But I'm not at Liberty to say just yet who that is. Stay tuned.

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