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To: Bowex InfoNet.
From: Flight Instructor Andrew Peterson.
RE: Standard report.

Well, the Brigade has been busy. I'm not sure how else I can really put it. Over the last few days, we've reaped a veritable iron harvest - or plasma harvest, as you may prefer. There is no sight more poignant than watching a Corsair bomber's reactor breach and atomise the foul bastard in the cockpit. Ditto for the majority of Mollys. We haven't encountered any Gaians however; their Corsair bedmates must have warned them about us.

During trade runs to and from Bretonia over the last couple of days, we have intercepted and dispatched Mild.Whisky (Molly gunboat), [MS].O'Flannigans.Wrath (Molly gunboat), Nanobotic (some kind of robotic cruiser - looked like a squid) and g3k (Corsair bomber). Other scallywags have been caught, but fled beyond our grasp. For example, we've lost two Corsair gunboats to Trafalgar (the most recent being today, wherein the treacherous bastards welcomed and consequently harboured the barbarian gunboat Esenin).

Now for a slightly more detailed break-down. Yesterday, we sighted the gunboat Mild.Whisky fleeing from the Planet Leeds to New London trade lane, and immediately gave chase. Mr Bellock of the Fenning caught up a few moments later. We discovered the uncouth pirate loitering near a jump hole to Dublin. After just over five to ten minutes of heckling and insulting it to no avail, we collectively shrugged our shoulders and reduced it to scrap metal. Next we proceeded to Dublin (Mr MacFarlane of the Fletcher appearing a few moments after the fireworks had ended), where we fell foul of the eardrum rupturing discord of a Molly accent.

Determined to end this unprovoked assault upon our sanity, we hunted the Molly down (who was somewhat surprised when we found him and knocked him out of cruise - he thought we were hiding by the Essex. Silly goose) and initiated a heavy-going bout of Proactive Defence. Two of us would hammer on him, while the third he was shooting at went evasive. This went well until the bugger got lucky and put a salvo through Mr MacFarlane's cargo hold. Duly unimpressed with vandalism of company property, we redoubled our attack. Eventually, the errant pirate was destroyed, with the slight assistance of a Bounty Hunter gunship towards the end.

From there, we were astonished to find some kind of abominable machine watching us from a distance. Myself and Mr Bellock landed on the Essex for resupply when all of a sudden we felt the deck shaking. The guns were firing! We ran for the cockpit and undocked, to find the gunners blazing away at the cruiser - the bloody oversized calculator had opened fire on a BPA patrol without a word, nearly killing one of the pilots! In light of the Essex's wrath, it retreated. Myself and the Fenning doggedly perused as it fled to the New London jump hole. With the assistance of the previously mentioned gunship, we engaged and pressed our attack home. After some time, a BAF destroyer arrived on the scene, helping us to finish the bugger off.

Today, I was trading to Liberty, when I encountered two Corsairs attempting to pass Southampton. A gunboat and a bomber. Not being one to shirk from duty, unlike some (Gateway, ahem), I promptly laid in and gave them my best. Fortunately, a freelancer - So.Hai - came to my aid, and together (while under gunboat fire) we turned the bomber, g3k into rubble. From there, we shifted our attention to the gunboat. After a secondary fleet bomber turned up to help, the cowardly Corsair engaged his engines and legged it. My disruptors failed me, leading to a wonky sort of chase to Trafalgar. There, we inflicted severe damage before the brigand could dock. At which point we lost it. Someone needs to have a word with those Junkers...

After this I returned to my shipping schedule, moving a load of Super Alloy to Baltimore Shipyard. This trip was uneventful. Boring, even. I even encountered a Lane Hacker Scimitar who was asleep. I was tempted to blow the fellow out of the void, then decided that would be unsporting. They're Liberty's problem for the most part anyway. Even the traders I passed were disinteresting and mute. They simply scuttled past, silent, with their heads bowed. Such is Liberty I suppose. Oh well. Oh, one last thing. I'm probably going to humbly take Mart's advice for once, and get some Screamer mines. These gunboats are getting ridiculous.

That's all for now.
~Peterson.

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