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[Irra]

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Before day or two ... I intercepted one of the phantom ships ... he refused to stop and resisted arrest and in the end we started fight ... his ship even less agile then me moved around asteroid field with easy ... and my magma hammers were too slow to hit him. In the end ... i got shot down ... ship destroyed i escaped with pod to safety ... today i was scrolling down info and found picture ... probably some error and it took picture in the middle of fight

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[casero]

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Where to start...
On my way to patrol the problematic system, California, I ran into a group of pirates/mercs/freelancers on the lane to California gate. At least 5 of them, Plasmodium, Jose'.Marti, "Cataclyms"-ProjectX, Seraphim and John.Icemount, there was another pilot Sokel, but I can't be sure if it was a pirate or someone just passing, because they all were screaming at the moment.
I tried to use some psychological threats to get them out of the area without firing, no that I had more options, but unfourtanely, they said they wanted my... well.. corpse. So, they started to fire on me, the five of them, the whole bunch.
Lieutenant Pleteki from the LNS-Destiny.II called a freelancer to assist me, someone by the name of *classified to protect his/her integrity*, let's just call him Billy. By the time that Billy came, I got one of them down:

Commander Anderson, came to assist, and I took the second down:

But, it went down the hill, more pirates arrived, a gunboat and a destroyer at least, and I don't know how many fighter/bombers. The LNS-Destiny.II tried to assist us, but it got destroyed really fast.
A fourtanely Ion Storm knocked, and several ships, from their side, were lost.
But, some of them were still there, and me and Billy, had to fight them.



Lucky us, the destroyer was lost, same as the gunboat.

Today, Ensign Marcus Pain, the LSF agent Interceptor, and myself, went to patrol New York and California systems. Right at West Point, we ran into a transport with outcasts signal, a more detailed scan showed that it was a smuggler as he had no cargo. First, we let him go, but when we ran into him again in California he got some Light Arms, and when we tried to stop him, a random hacker by the name of Orillion shot on me.
This Smuggler, Dr..Pepper, came back with som VIPs, and we disrupted him in the way to West Point, seems he wanted to get into Manhattan, which I'd never allow it, it could be a trap from Outcasts, those VIPs might be Outcasts ready to try something in our space ports, or something worst. Therefore, with a lot of previous warnings to turn around and keep his mouth shut, we took that transport down, and took the VIPs to West Point academy, where they will be probed to see if they are spies.

Right after that, we came back to California, where we ran into two Liberty Rogues, attacking a trader, as they were bussy, didn't see us coming, and that gave us enought time to attack them by surprise, we managed to destroy one of those barghest, but the other one was lost into the asteroid field.

After that, we got to West Point for some repair jobs, and a well earned time for rest.

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[Sonja]

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Identification: Commodore Christina Robinson
Location: New York system, West Point military academy

Sarah Willows;

You and your jumped up crew are a disgrace to the Liberty Navy. Your own executive officer, drunk at the comms console claiming you were dancing. I can only imagine how embarrassed the entire crew of the Durango feel having to limp back to dock, put there by the louts you assigned to crew that Dreadnought.

I can't believe your man, MacElroy, had the nerve to bring my wardrobe habits into question, even after being told repeatedly to keep his thoughts and his feelings to his god-damned self! It's insulting to be talked down to by an Dublinner who's so pissed he can't even stand upright, let alone from the bridge of one of Liberty's finest dreadnoughts.

I sincerely hope that when Fleet Admiral Hale gets to his chat with you, that he bears the appauling conduct of yourself and your crew in mind when he rips that Admiral pin from your collar.

But if he doesnt, then only one thing will be left unsaid. And since I don't like to keep my thoughts to myself, here it is.

I hate you.

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[Blighter]

Transmission starting...
Sender: MacElroy, Nathan - King o' Libertonia
Location: Dreadnought-LDX-247, Norfolk Shipyard
Recipients: The Royal Libertonian Navy, especially Exotic Dancer Christycakes Robinson

*As the videofeed finishes loading, a tall, muscular man,
- his bare and oiled-up chest partially covered by his impressive red beard -
can be seen sitting in what happens to be the Captain's seat on a Dreadnought's bridge.
It's Commander MacElroy.
And he's wearing a crown.*

'Ey 'dere Christay.
'Ah am a lil' sorray, 'cause the Boss' busay all the time, y'hear.
She gon' back to partay, an' 'ah dun' be thinkin' she gon' 'ave time to reply aneytime soon, y'see.
But y'know me Christay, 'ah ain' a bad lad an' 'ah gon' reply to that there message o' yours 'fore y'cry y'self t'sleep.

*He empties a bottle of... Molly Whiskey in one go before going on.*

Now fer a first, 'ah was OFF DUTAY at the time, aye?
Aye. So was the entire crew, by the way.
Ship ain' in operational condition, y'hear? Ain' meant t'fly 'round.
Fer a secon', if the crew of this 'ere fine ship be a disgrace as you's sayin', what the 'ell is the ol' 'Rango's crew then, eh?
'Ah am sayin' that' the secondarey flagship or summit, ain' it?
An' ye cannae take on that 'ere undercrewed rustbucket?
Durn thing ain' even got a name! We's been 'aving problems with 'um transmitters an' it been givin' us random designations all the durn time.
How the 'ell is aney'un s'posed t'keep track o' that an' keep the whole fleet updated, y'doltbag?

*Now he bends down and picks up a box of fine Bretonian cigars, opens it, and lights one with a smile on his face.*

Aaaneywaysh, 'ah wanna say 'ere that y'better whip 'em idjits aboard the 'Rango into shape an' stop givin' 'em private visits on-dutay when y'get into "that certain mood", aye lassie?

Some good ol' trainin' wouldn' 'urt 'um, y'know? Could use that chain o' yours outside the bedroom fer once.
Or ye coulda' stop walkin' 'round dressed in 'um skimpey outfits o' yours.
'Ah mean, lass, 'ah know y'like 'um, but not everyone needs t'peek at yer loveley behind, aye?
Think you's catchin' ma drift 'ere.

*Some smokepuffs later, he leans a bit forward, a serious look on his face.*

Now as fer the nerve thingey...
Well, Christay, 'ah understand that you's still not gotten over that the Boss, 'ah mean, Sarah left ye, aye?
But realley, didye 'ave t'risk all that junk out 'dere so y'coulda' jus' talk to 'er?
Couldn' ye jus' wait like everyun' else woulda been doin', Christay?
By Zeus' arse, y'got 'er number 'fterall, don' ya?

*He shrugs for a moment and leans back again, hands behind his head.*

Speakin' o' numbers, 'ah took the libertay t'hand out yours to a few members o' the crew, y'know.
'Ah mean, ever since we been hangin' up 'em posters of ye in that skimpey an' slightley transparent green dress, yanno the 'un, crew morale's been up, an 'ah figured y'might give some of 'um a shot, aye?
'Cause, yanno, 'tween us Christaycakes, yer simpley too durn horny, realley.
An' 'ah jus' wan' t'help ye.

Oh, an' 'ah 'eard ye even 'ad some, yanno, "controversial political discussions" in private with Logan.
'Least that' what's been comin' outta' the rumor mill, aye.

"MAAAC! GET YOUR DAMN ASS OVER 'ERE ALREADY!"

*Turning his head around, he starts shouting over his shoulder.*

'AH BE THERE IN A SECON' MA' QUEEN! JUS' FINISHIN' SOME BUSiNESS!

"SCREW BUSINESS!
YOUR QUEEN WANTS HER KING!
RIGHT HERE!
RIGHT NOW!
GET 'ERE!"

*Grinning once more, he turns around to face the camera again.*

Well, ye 'eard 'er. 'Ah better get goin'.
An' Christay, realley, personal insults?
T'me? 'Ah am waaay too old fer that kindergarden trash, aye?
'Ah gon' forward yer message to 'er t'morrow, since she be doin' talk with a coupla' lads like Davey aneyway, 'ah think.

"MAAACEEEEEELROOOOOOOOOY!"

I'S COMIN' M'QUEEN!

*He stands up, and the screen fades to black.*

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[Vrouw]

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[Comm ID: Ensign Urielle Stelvin]
[Location: Norfolk Shipyard]

-:She coughs lightly, coming onto the screen in her uniform.:-

I do apologize for my previous inactivity, but family matters, unfortunately. Very troublesome. However, I will be returning to active duty. Unfortunately, my first time back on active duty, the Xeno Sunbeam had forced me into an escape pod. I was floating around space for a while before I was finally picked up, which is why this response is delayed.

However, I would uh.. like to welcome back Ms. Willows, seems you're certainly enjoying yourself. -:She coughs lightly again, rolling her eyes a bit.:-

Ensign Stelvin out.

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[kingvaillant]

Admiral Hale,

In the aftermath of our very recent encounter with an Order fleet in Alaska, I have according to your requests, moved the LSF Mount Iliamna in the vicinity of the Minor JH to intercept any intruding Order ship. Every ship supporting the organization found entering the system will be interrogated or destroyed depending on the treat level associated with it.

In long term, we may build a static listening outpost in the same region. Although with all the activity in the system, the listening outpost construction may take months.

Important information gathered throughout interrogations will be transmitted to the Liberty Navy admiralty.

For Liberty!
David Copperfield,
Director of the Liberty Security Force

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Director of the Liberty Security Force: Fidelity, Bravery and Integrity

The Amundsen Zone-21 Restrictions

[jimmy Patterson]

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Comms ID James Patterson Liberty First Special Actions disivion
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with the forts Recent enhancements ive moved her to her new berth at jeaunu were capable of slipping in under a cloak or with our active cammoflage systems we can mimic the visuals of a any ship in our database the same size(and one class larger and smaller) we also have a new sensor array called"super search" and will atem,pt to run normal SIGNET ops in the system and bordering minor also note that all our systems are stil lexperemental and were not by ANY MEANS NESSARY a frontline warship were more akin to an "ambush" tactics vessel we can hang in a gunbattle for a few rounds but dont expect us to be upfront in a fleet battle were more covert strike command and control orenated

Captian James Patterson Liberty Stealth Assault Cruiser Ft Louisbourg
id also like to add we now carry an LSF ID transponder and our IFF wil lread as such
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[Sonja]

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Identification: Commodore Christina Robinson
Location: New York system, West Point military academy

Mister MacElroy;

You're lengthy description of the way I carry myself throughout the ships that I hold a commission on, however detailed, remains categorically untrue in every respect. I find such accusations offensive and slanderous, especially coming from a man who proclaims to be all sorts but is only a commander, a rank that is incidentally below mine.

Let me break it down for you and anybody else who happens to be listening and giggling to their collegues.

I don't get into certain moods. I know exactly what you refer to, as I would assume does everyone else, and I simply don't have them.

While on duty, I dress in the appropriate manner. That is, full military dress, if you were thinking of something else.

The chain? That stays with me at all times as a disciplinary measure.

The only controversial political discussions I've had with anybody have involved my boot, their ass and the door. You can join that ever-growing list if you like, Mac.

And last but not least...

I do not cry.

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[Irra]

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Hard day ... i was on Pueblo with my ship resting there ... then a help request group of pirate ships spotted in NY ... i departed and went there ... I didn't even get to NY one pirate ship engaged me ... after i destroyed almost all of his hull he ran away. I restocked and continued in NY ... and there in front of Manhattan ... huge fight ... my HUD was damaged or something it couldn't pick up all hostile ships ... they were almost all neutral to me ... except 2-3 ships ... we lost many ships and they lost more ... in the end ... ship was damaged so much and i had to do emergency landing on Manhattan ... ship was destroyed on way to land but i survived in my pod ... good thing. Never saw so many pirates united in one goal to destroy as many as lawful units as they can. Some of them prepared couple of ships ... right after they got destroyed they would flee away with pod and come with new ship ... I have some records , programmed shot when target is destroyed with my guns. I didn't have time to take picture of anything else.

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[Seth Karlo]

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[ID: Captain Seth Karlo]
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Report: Pirates at Fort Bush

Greetings.

2 Pirates by the names "Atlantis" and "BG|Starbuck" were detected at Fort Bush today, and I grabbed my Avenger and launched from the San Francisco to assist a trader. After a brief skirmish, both of them ran, and I pursued, until I recieved a second distress call. Seeing that the two Falcata's were leaving, I turned around and responded to the second call.

The second distress call turned out to be bogus, and I returned to the San Francisco slightly tired, and looking forward to my off hours.

Alas, as I changed out of my uniform for my off duty hours, my comms officer gave a strange strangled cry. I ran from mine and Sonya's room, and onto the bridge, where the strangest sight was present.

The [LN]-XXX-Sexytime seemed to be floating in Norfolk drydock.

We immediatly ran a diagnostics of our systems, but the Dreadnought seemed to be broadcasting this strange signal. Upon hails, we were told by a topless man with a red beard wearing a crown that they were "busy".

Any information on this subject is gratefully recieved.

With thanks,

Captain Seth Karlo

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