Bowex InfoNet (inRP)

[Scott MacFarlane]

[/i]Incoming Transmission NL305 653054953F
Encryption Level: SECURED ExSec 14a
CommID: MacFarlane: NL:DH 8764501
Message Target: Bowex Security Offices
Message Source: Private Terminal 8033956, Devon Highlands, New London
Subject: Engagement Report 818-6-16-1

Sirs,

After coming from a long trading mission in Rhineland I decided to give the crew the rest of the day off after securing the Bonny Lass back at the company docks. After which I took a shuttle and popped on over to the Derby to see how the overhaul (again) on me fighter was going. I know the chief of the boat on her and he volunteered to have his boys take a look at her since the IC boys at Waterloo did a right piss-poor job taking care of her hic-ups. Everything seemed to be in order so I took the Eagle out for a spin to check things out under the Chief's suggestion. Captain O'Grady, rightfully suggested I stay near his ship in case anything went wrong so I did so, at first anyway.

It was soon after that the Orbital Spa and Cruise Liner OSC Isle of Man put out a general distress call that she was under attack in grid B5 outside the Edinburg Jumpgate by a crazed Outcast fighter. Someone musta had waaaaay too much bloody Cardamine this morning to think she could take a Liner all by her lonesome, even one crewed by those lazy louts from OSC. Well, as a paragon of helpfulness, as Brigadier Petersen would say, I responded to their distress call, and over Captain O'Grady's protestations, hit the Trade Lane post haste.

Well the scene I found was even more nutters then the Captain of the Isle of Man described. A single Outcast Sabre was indeed giving the Liner all she had, and despite the fact that a Merc in a Ravens Claw fighter had already arrived to assist. She was clearly past the point of no-Cardamino-Returno and had quite possibly fried her last brain cell. I say! This of course would be the reason that I'm not overly fond of the idea of working with the Outcasts in the first bloody place. They are even more unreliable than Rhinelanders hired to protect a gold shipment if a Lager Train passes in the next Trade Lane.

Anyway, before I ramble on, to the point: Coming out of the trade lane immediately behind the scene and all full burn to catch up, I saw that the merc was of little help in taking care of the Liner's woes, and the Liner crew, obviously realizing this, was firing like mad. I naturally gave the drug-crazed Outcast a warning to cease her attack and vacate the area and 10 seconds to comply (the time it would take me to catch up), all I got was static in reponse, so I engaged upon reaching her. Apparently not realizing I was there, or at least not as close as I was, she showed me her-probably-was-nice-once-before-the-Cardamine-rear-end giving me the prefect opportunity for a zero-deflection gun and torpedo shot which I took full advantage of. Her shields were down and her hull compromised, she made no effort to evade, my guess she being surprised over the sudden ferocity of an attack on her possibly-once-lovely-backside. The Isle of Man took the opportunity to finish her off with a full broadside that sheared off her port wing assembly and sent her into a spin. As I wheeled right to re-engage her ship simply ceased to exist. My guess: sticking fusion injectors. They'll get ya everytime laddies.

Immediately after the engagement the Merc took credit for the rescue and actually inquired about payment. The nerve! The gall even!

I decided to say nothing and suppressed a laugh when the Liner's Captain offered him two first-class tickets to any of OSC's destinations. The merc accepted, which I found..... suiting.

I escorted the Liner to Leeds where they replenished supplies and made repairs. I then escorted them out of the system before putting back down on the Derby and getting an earful from O'Grady. Anway, the bore-sight on her guns is a bit off, so the Chief is going to have another look about at her.

In the excitement I forgot to engage my guncamera until after the engagement, but here's a brief transcript.

OSC|Isle.of.Man:All ships in the area, we are under attack by Outcast Sabre and are requesting assistance outside the Edinburgh Jumpgate.

OSC|Isle.of.Man: Royal Liner requesting assistance at B5. We are under attack by Genevieve.Tigressa.

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: Isle of Man, this is ExSec Delta 114 responding to your call of distress, ETA 30 secs.

OSC|Isle.of.Man: Royal Liner requesting assistance at B5. We are under attack by Genevieve.Tigressa.

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: On my way Royal Liner.

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: Outcast vessel, this is ExSec Delta 114, you WILL cease your attack and vacate Bretonian space, otherwise you WILL be destroyed.

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: You have 10 seconds to comply!

There was no response and after 9 seconds (my apologies), I engaged.

Death: Genevieve.Tigressa was killed by OSC|Isle.of.Man (Gun)

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: Nice shooting Isle of Man

OSC|Isle.of.Man: Thank you, and thank you for the assistance

Unnamed Merc (name changed to protect the stupid): ya its a good thing I showed up

OSC|Isle.of.Man: I supposse you'll be expecting payment mercenary?

Unnamed Merc (name changed to protect the stupid): Nah. On second though, how much do you have?

OSC|Isle.of.Man: How about two all expense paid first class tickets to any of our fine destinations, we'll even throw in all perks and services.

Unnamed Merc (name changed to protect the stupid): Laughs Ya sounds good.

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: *sigh* Isle of Man, sorry for the response delay, do you require escort to Leeds for repairs?

OSC|Isle.of.Man: That would be appreciated Thank you.

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