Well, I had the pleasure of flying with a nice group. Coral, Death Adder, Cobra and I disembarked from Ouray an' hopped over to New York to embark on some "economic redirection", if you catch my drift, and that's exactly what we did. 'Twasn't long before an IND had the pleasure of making our acquaintances, and his cargo with the vacuum of space. 'E was a rookie too. Almost feel bad for the guy, meeting us on 'is first time out. Almost.
Afterward, a fancy-pants Navy boy asked us to get, but was actually fairly reasonable for a man of his commission. We obliged him and went back to Colorado, where we were followed by a couple LN jerks. Sat there, slung some names at us and told us to scram, which we decided to do just so we wouldn't have to deal with the trio. Just like the good officers they are, they opened fire on us unprovoked and managed to force all of us to drift back to Ouray on escape pod thrusters.
Eh, 'twas a night. At last we made an impression on another IND, and Boss put a bug in his ear to get some food down to Houson. We'll see if the IND actually wants to help out a real cause.
I've attached out a written transcript of the comms received by my ship. My old ship, I should say. I hope we've got another one sitting in storage...
Night, folks
Ike Portman
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