Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

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{{Source: Bs HMS-Derby Leeds}}
{{Commid: Commander Driscoll}}
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A jolly goodday to ye admirals My bomberwing the 149th was called out for apperantly a report of sairs roaming Cambridge in a pair of big boats, turned out the ran like dogs when they heared our they were discovered, imagine that. All seemed calm so some fighter training started at HQ but unfortunally it was interupted soon.

A large group of Kusaris was discovered and apperantly they planned somekind of a strike. Adm. Adama decided that we would interfear and engage those blasted fools. *laughs* Finnaly some action again! We found them way above Stokes assembling there forces, man were they in for a treat.

It started out very brutal from the start, both sides eager to score the first kill. I'am not sure but i call a kusari pilot had to bail out first. Ens. Walton shot him straight up his tailpipe.

Good shot son and as promished a bottle of Scotch is waiting at him in the mess. Unfortunally we lost some fighters to all our pilots were saved by SaR vessels, After a hour of dodging and no real breaktrough, those bastards were bloody skillfill i must give them that, Ens. Dashwood managed to force another enemy pilot to bailout into space, welldone.


Unfortunally when we thought we would win a massive ionstorm came trough Leeds without warning from the meteo service.
In the end our electronics were so badly disrupted it was decided not reengage.

On a second note to ens. Harding, Son iff you get a order you follow it to the letter, this is not a democracy but the Armed Forces, We fight together we are Victorious together. Next time when ye' don't follow orders you get my boot up yer ass, got it? Your actions could have get a squadronmate killed very easy, we don't want that to happen do we? Remember there are no living heroes, only death ones and those we had enough in the past years.

Time to sign off than and head for the mess, seems the lads and lasses are trowing a party and someone has to check the scotch for any poison *grins*

Comm. Driscool signing off.

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