Another little report like the last one. Not even an hour ago I went out to fly around for a while, maybe do some work, just something to kill time. Soon as I launched from Vogtland I was greeted by Major Hessler. Hessler's been in Omega-11, taking a look at a particular amigo whom he'd seen shooting Hessian patrols.
By the time I showed up the comrade Major had already been fighting that particular Daumann bucket. It didn't take too long for it to turn into a goner, given that we overpowered it quickly. Pay no attention to comrade Punisher by the way, from what it looked like his communications must've been shot, but as the Major raised no concerns I just shrugged it off.
We proceeded to Omega-5, taking a quick pit-stop at Ronneburg to restock our Nanobot reserves. Amigos like that Zoffer might pose no real threat, but you can't really defeat Omega-11's radiation. We had a smoke while our ships were being restocked and then we moved on, into the Hammen Hole.
As the Major has a rather "special" way of stirring up trouble, from what I've gathered on my last flights alongside him, it didn't take long for the Corsairs to respond to our presence. Or rather to us declaring ourselves the King and Queen of Omega-5 for the night.
Said Corsairs' response obviously turned violent, with us both being met by three Corsair fighters while the Osiris in that guncam-shot kept hovering dangerously close to us. One of the Corsairs' been flying one of those "Black Dragons" some of the amigos in Kusari usually tend to fly. 'Course, the usual insults were exchanged at the start, words like "pendejo", "cabron", "Cretard" and "cannibal" and others filling the channels. We kind of weren't impressed however, and the first Corsair suffered from the after-effects that a sudden nuclear discharge in the face brings to one's ship.
Next was the aforementioned "Black Dragon", which proved to be a little too nimble to shoot for prolonged periods of time. Comrade Hessler just had one of his more "funny" moments - I'm guessing I'll get to see more of those in the future - and discharged his Mini Razor at the thing point-blank, then rammed his Sabre into it...
...and proved that the rumors about house Kusari being a manufacturer of "Yogurt-Cans" are true.
The last remaining Corsair however posed a bigger issue, seeing as he was like shrouded in Ion Anomalies so much you'd think it was one of those real-freakin'-fast Squids jumping all over the place. Fortunately the issue wasn't just an issue for us but for the pilot as well and he vacated the area. We didn't have a problem with that.
What we were left with was the Osiris I mentioned earlier, and seeing that we lacked the proper support to handle a ship that size we just scrammed, Major Hessler landing on Ronneburg and me heading back to Vogtland.