A few minutes ago comrade Leutnant Gukel and comrade Flieger Fischer came back with me from a little Omega patrol that ended up taking us into Omicron Gamma. I was actually thinking we were headed to that mythical place of legend, Sparta they call it, but we did end up in Gamma. Eitherway, we ended up there and proceeded to have some small-talk, and then did as per Major Hessler's tradition.
In other words, we prepared to "Engage all Corsairs that we see!" - so to speak.
As you can see the result was moderately destructive, and we scored us a Praetorian. Luck seemed to be on our side afterwards, as the Corsair response wasn't exactly overwhelming.
One Imperator and two more Praetorians showed up. We were busy focusing on the Imperator, wearing its shields down effortlessly, mostly thanks to Fischer, who was flying the quad-Pulsegun Tyr. We slowly whittled the Imperator's hull down with no real injuries worth a mention.
And that's where we ran out of luck, as unfortunately for us a Corsair Osiris made its appearance. Under different circumstances - which translates into "If only it wasn't armed with Solaris all over!" - we would have fought on, but as the anti-fighter weaponry of the vessel proved to be way too overwhelming for us, we had to restort to evasive maneuvers. This continued for a while, with us trying to lure the smaller Corsair craft out of the defensive screen of the Battleship.
However it didn't exactly work out, so as we were bored, we wandered back to Omega-5. There we encountered two snubcraft of the Black Sails. While I'd usually expect some chatter, even some more creative insults, the only thing we got from them was static. So, as per Hessler's custom, I declared myself the Queen of Omega-5 for the night, and Leutnant Gukel the King, hoping they'd bite.
They didn't, but one of them blew the other up. I found that to be rather funny, but as there wasn't anything remotely worth looking after in sight, I called us back to Vogtland.
And that concludes my report. I'm going to head to the bar now, Fischer wanted to buy me a drink. And I'll smack him for his constant whining about something he calls a "Titan hitbox". Sucker should've mounted two Natters. Oh and someone finally tell Hessler to pay me the cash he owes me or I'll order some pink synthetic fur to cover his damn Odin with.
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-(For Major Gunther Hoerst only
[color=#FFFFFF]Major, your concern regarding my well-being is noted. I headed to medical this morning and had a check-up done. There's nothing worth a mention aside from a mild concussion, and except for the occasional headache in the near future it shouldn't be affecting me much if at all.
As for the surprise, it is much appreciated. I didn't exactly expect you to hand me the keys to an Odin, along with a wide selection of weaponry, and you have my thanks. To be honest, I'll be missing flying that Eagle as it's a gift from, well you can guess who, but I'm positively surprised about the Odin. I'm more used to flying a little more agile ships, but from my first run it I can say I like it, and take no offense, but I actually find it hilarious that it beats the half-Maltese and half-Borderworld crap I used to fly in the Navy by a mile in most areas.