(FO) The Order Central Communications (inRP)

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Name: Raoul Duke
[color=#7CFC00]Rank: Commander
-Encryption level 4-


Date: 15th of March, 819 AS
[color=#DC143C]Location: Battleship Isis, Toledo orbit, Omicron Minor
Subject: A hard day in the Nebula

*sigh* Only a few days since my wounds have healed and I re-entered active duty, and I already faced more
action in a day that would suffice for a lifetime. After finally customizing my Bastet's weapon loadout, me and
colonel Golanski received a distress call from two Order Secondary Fleet capital vessels, ready to be pulverized
in Alaska by the Liberty Navy. I quickly boarded the Sarcophagus and tried to prevent bloodshed and negotiate
for their lives, while my inside contacts in Liberty were soothing the angered beast. Fortunately, we were able
to retrieve the vessels and prevent a counterattack from the Navy (or so we thought). On our way back to
Toledo, our scanners picked up six Kusari-made vessels armed with weaponry and technology of Nomad origin.
The infected Kusarians launched a fierce attack upon our forces, forcing us to withdraw to the safety of the Isis
until additional reinforcements arrived. We renewed our efforts at defending Minor, with the support of several
Gunboats and even a few Battleships, but as I jumped into my Bastet's cockpit, eager to try out the new guns,
a major malfunction in the power distribution couplings rendered my ship unable to fight. Trying to be as useful
as I could be, I called the targets for the fighters and coordinated the defense efforts. We've lost several ships,
including two Hathors, when another threat appeared - a treacherous vengeful strike of the Liberty Navy,
consisting of two Dreadnoughts and a single Assault Cruiser, further aided by a Bounty Hunter Destroyer. I
swiftly landed and assumed command of the Tranquility, leading the counterstrike, coordinating the present
Capital vessels. Our strike was quick and decisive, we've destroyed one of the Dreadnoughts, the Cruiser and
the Destroyer, and forced the other one to flee, while our fighters were bravely holding out against the
overwhelming odds. After a fierce fight and many losses, we finally drove the Infectees out of Minor. The
Navy's cold-blooded exploitation of our situation led me to a decision that a counterattack must be mounted to
show everyone that the Order is not to be trifled with. Once again onboard the Sarcophagus, I assembled the
Secondary Fleet capital ships and led a crippling strike against the enemy's source of heavy ships - the Juneau
Shipyard. We encountered little resistance along the way, counting a lone Dreadnought patrol and several
Cruiser patrols. As we arrived at Juneau, the battleships, OCV-Oathkeeper, Sun.Core, Star.Fortress and
Free.Cannabis assumed a bombardment position, and I ordered them to fire. Our goal was to cripple the
facility while maintaining the lowest possible body count. After rendering the facility inoperable, I assumed we
should return before the reinforcements show up. On our way back, we've encountered a cheeky Hunter Orca,
which I decided to dispose of, resulting into a lengthy chase all over Alaska, ended only by the incoming LSF
forces. Our estimates are that the Navy won't have the shipyard fully operational again until the end of
summer. Perhaps I overstepped my authority, but I stand behind my decision and I'm willing to suffer any
possible consequences.

Visual data can be found here.

Duke out.

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