Circumstances:
Banjo and I were running a patrol through California, when we happened across a bunch of pirates on the lane to the New York gate. Before we could even find out what their intentions were, they made it painfully obvious by opening fire upon us. Banjo's ship went down, but I was able to take out the Recycler (I'm afraid my gun-cams malfunctioned on this one and there's no scan of his ship. I trust you hold me in high enough regard to take me at my word about this one. You can see he was there from the gun-cam shots of the other two) and the Barghest in short order. The Tridente was a trickier proposition, but with the arrival of assistance in the shape of a mercenary Roc, we made short work of it.
Once Banjo was back in the saddle, we made our way into New York. Arriving at Manhatten, we ran into a known smuggler with slaves and cardamine in his hold. He tried to run, so we were forced to engage. In a desperate attempt to escape, he threw the salves out of the airlock, and although I was able to rescue them, the smuggler used the distraction to dock on Manhatten. You folks need to work on that kind of thing you know. It's far to easy for criminals to dupe the folks controlling the docking cycles. Gun-cam shots of the vessel are included below.
From Manhatten, we headed for Fort Bush, where we found a solitary outcast in a Sabre class vessel. A firefight ensued, soon joined in by four more outcasts. I was able to take down one of the Sabres before my bomber was disabled, and I had to bail. Banjo got to safety on Fort Bush