Liberty Police, Inc. Reporting Office

[Shudragon]

James enters the Manhattan bar, looking slightly downtrodden. He tells Bob to get him an Ale, and sits down in the LPI Section. He activates his personal terminal to send in his first ever report. He takes a deep breath and begins to fill out the past few hours events.

Sender ID: James Rothgar [RO]
Location: LPI Personnel Bar, Manhattan
Ship type(s) used: Liberator LF
Report type:
[X] Patrol
[ ] Trade
[ ] Embargo
[ ] Other: (Fill in)

Stops on your patrol/trade route:
New York --> California --> Ontario --> Yukon --> Ontario --> California --> New York

Brief report/outline of your patrol:
My initial circuit around New York yielded nothing report worthy, it seemed to be a perfectly wonderful day in the system. A criminal (Landon) trying to sell Cardamine Beer showed up over the system comms, but TLAGSNET could not locate him, so I advised all citizens against buying said contraband and continued my patrol.

After jumping through to California, nothing noticeable again was happening. It seemed as if Liberty was having a fine day, almost criminal free. I continued on my patrol through the system, and decided to head to the frontier systems.

Ontario and Yukon both proved to be seemingly empty, as always, other than running into a patrol of Liberty Rogues and dispatching them, patrol uninterrupted.

On my way back to New York, in the California system, a trade lane disruption jostled me and checking my scanners I saw, to my surprise, a Corsair by the tag of _gelkin_. I proceeded to order him to halt criminal activity, drop the LPI Pilots he was holding hostage. After responding that he did not speak english (which I questioned), I pursued him to just outside of Alcatraz Depot, where he escaped inside the Liberty Rogues Base. I feel devastated that those officers could not be saved, god rest their souls. After returning to the trade lanes, I continued my patrol unhindered to New York...but now, I felt slightly bleak.

Upon my return to New York, I redid my circuit. This time, something indeed interesting came up. Two Junker Slave Liners and an escort were holding outside of Norfolk, speaking with some Navy officers[1]. I have never seen one up close before, and they are indeed terrifying behemoths. However, their captains assured me of their legality at the time, and a quick scan proved that there were no human prisoners on board. I continued on my patrol, and other than telling Landon to shut it over system comms yet again, I landed back on Manhattan.

Later on, when I took off again after a resupply of doughnuts, a Navy officer immediately called me to the search of a criminal. We chased him to the Jersey Debris Field, where we cut him off from the Colorado JumpHole. After intercepting him with a cruise disruptor, myself and two Navy officers succesfully destroyed his vessel. I returned to Manhattan, and here I am. So, for a first patrol, I had to let one perp get away, and got another one. Not too bad. I could get used to this.

James takes a long drink of Liberty Ale, and breathes deeply through his mask. Sometimes, space just doesn't seem so mysterious and friendly anymore.

[1]http://i1208.photobucket.com/albums/cc367/...pg?t=1303583861

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