Xeno Alliance communications (iRP) (FO)

[Garrett Jax]

Incoming Transmission: connected
Tracking Source: source id traced
Name: sjustice
Password: **********confirmed

Comm ID: Seymore Justice
Subject: Patrol Report

This is my first patrol report for the Xeno Alliance. Never knew how hard you boys had it, over on this side of the law. In the LPI, we all wore clean uniforms, flew heavily armed ships and filled our cargo holds with donuts. Over here, we hold up our pants with bungee cords. If someone is heavily armed it means they've duct taped several cans of beer to themselves for the flight out. And, of course, our cargo holds are stocked with this chewy type of meat they call Slim Jims.

I shouted over at Maggard on the comms and he was able to scrounge me up a falcon to fly and I finally coaxed it into space from our big 'ol floating rock there in Kepler. I didn't have much to eat before I started out. Seems food is a scarce commodity. Plenty of beer though.

We met up in Colorado System, beside the NY jumpgate. Apparently, this is a hot spot for all kinds of traders and whatnot. Sure enough, we happened upon a Kusari trader by the name of dira. This dira was flying a Kusari transport with 4700 units of Boron in his hold. Maggard and I tried to talk to this ricer, but he didn't say much. Come to think of it, he didn't say anything at all. After a few moments of awkward silence, Maggard gave the order to fire and we gave this Kusari trader a slow ride home in his escape pod.



After this encounter, we immediately met up with a 'Stork' carrying 5000 units of engine components. What a catch for the Xeno Alliance. Unfortunately, before we could dispossess this Interstate Commerce fellow of his goods, a Hunter named Julio jumped through the gate right behind us and immediately engaged us. Before we knew it, we were in a fight for our lives. Maggard went down, another Xeno, I can't remember in the heat of battle who it was, went down. And it was me, in my falcon, verses a Hunter, in a fight to the death. Well, I did what any respectable Xeno would've done in my situation. I ran like hell back to Ouray. Boy, do I hate them Hunters.



After the dust settled, I wrapped my ship up with some more duct tape. Maggard grabbed a new ship and we tried our luck over in NY. We tried to catch up with a Junker, but he skedaddled away before we could reach him. In our attempts to find some 'prey', we ran into three very Xeno hating Navy personnel, that wanted nothing better than to steal our beer, eat our Slim Jims and scrap our ships.

Well, two Xeno ships (one a Falcon) against three fully armed Guardians didn't seem too fair a fight. However, Maggard, in a fit of heroics, decided running was not an option. We stood our ground and faced off against superior forces. One of em started to taunt me, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth, her ship fell under the power of our Widows. Ultimately, we got bloodied up fairly bad. As soon as Cobra showed up, Maggard went down again. I succumbed shortly thereafter. But, thinking quickly, I grabbed a handful of Slim Jims and gnawed them all the way back to Ouray in my tight fitting escape pod. Ha! You didn't get my Slim Jims you filthy Navy dogs.



Well I made it back to Ouray in one piece and it's gonna take awhile before Xeno Alliance will be able to scrap up enough parts to build me another flying death trap. But, as soon as they do, I will continue to fight my hunger pains...er...uh...I mean fight against those who are bringing Liberty down.

Seymore Justice

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