****REPORTING OFFICER: Recruit Officer Andrew Vallon*****
My patrol started out as usual, i ducked into Sunbucks to get a coffee when i heard a distress call from LSF Officer Johny Leroy.
I went to Manhattan to check out what was going on, only to discover that he was in heated combat with a Rogue Gunboat [FR][LR]-G-Alpha.
I quickly rushed into assist Officer Leroy and we started pushing the rogue back into the Jersy Debris Field.
The battle continued this way for several minutes until we were backed up by Dave Cyprus and eventually defeated with a decisive blow frow Dave's guns.
Subject : Patrol report
Sender : Recruit officer Paul Farrell
This is officer Farrell reporting in. Yesterday I have conducted a patrol with Swat officer Cooper. We started of our patrol at Fort Bush, and proceeded towards Colorado jump-gate. Upon arriving in Colorado system, we received a distress message about rogues in Texas system and officer Cooper decided we will head there to investigate. Before we could move back, a ship came through loaded with slaves. We gave it a pursue, but it docked on Fort Bush, here is the evidence :
After this incident and some junker interaction we moved to Texas, to find huge navy concentration and also single rogue fighter. Fight occured followed by massive ion storm that knocked out several of our vessels. Shortly after that, officer Coopers ship was hit by order bomber callsign Fairlane II, but his escape pod made it out. My ship was destroyed briefly after that by the rogue fighter, who was still despite the ion storms running around.
In the end, I joined officer Cooper in the escape pod race towards the nearest safe shelter station or planet. Oh and we had doughnut and coffee later. Following this unsuccessful attempt to stop the rogue, our leader called it a day.
Well, today was a busy day. The navy had a huge presence around Manhatten, and one of them was drunk. Yep, drunk. So I asked him to fly a straight line. He flew a crooked one, and passed out. I attacked some cables to his ship and started towing him to Sugarland, but a cable snapped, breaking off the guncam in the process.
I backtracked, but was unable to find said drunk. I did, however, find a massive HASMAT recycling barge. I put in a request for it to halt. It didn't halt, and proceeded all the way to Detroit Munitions before launching a Firefly from its cargo bay to load up with toxic waste. I finally managed to get it to stop, and came aboard for a safety and customs inspection.
And then my shift ended, and I returned to Fort Bush.
On this report, my superior officer was SWAT member Jack Bauer, and we were accompanied by another recruit officer Elroy Parsley. We started off from planet Manhattan, and went to Texas system. As my ship was rather late to join the other two, I got dropped out of lane by a pirate. Quickly rejoined by the rest of the police force, we fined the fella for "broken" tail lights and he eventually decided to leave the area. With nothing more to do in Texas, our waypoints now headed towards California for anti-smuggler duty. We occupied the lane from the jumpgate further, only to intercept several freelancer ID?ed vessels with some Gate/lane parts and at least two small fighter vessels, that according to their design were banned from Liberty as foreign military craft. Both understood it and went out of the California system. Nothing else happened on our patrol, and our leader Jack Bauer decided then to call it a day, which especially oficer Elroy welcomed with his ever-lasting hunger for more doughtnuts. Our ships then docked and as per usual, we met in the bar. For coffee of course.
-- Incoming Report --
ID: Officer Ryan Cooper
Subject: Patrol Report 817/10/17
My patrol was a bit strange on that day. I only wrote my report of it since I didn't remember of quite a many things ... Just after I took of from Bush, I was informed of multiple pirates, however the numerous Navy ships took care of them.
On my way around New York, I ran into a Nomad Morph ... It came quite close, and something strange came out of the ship... I lost conciousness for a few minutes, I don't really know what happened in that time... I snapped out of it thanks to a Navy pilot ... By the time he found me, the nomad was gone ... Things happened so fast, I couldn't take any guncam images ....
After I got better, I flew to Norfolk for Navy medical check ups . The report from the medical officer is not done yet, but they told me i'll be fine ...
Eventually I got better, but in the past few days I've started to feel quite starange ... People keep telling me I'm talking to myself and in a strange way ...
I'm awaiting the medical report , untill than I'm not planning on any large scale duties .
Complete patrol of Colorado, New York and California yesterday between 15.00 and 16.25 SMT. Nothing unusual. No pirats, no nothing, just the usual talks in New York making me mad.
Highest possible Encryption, directed to Chief Myers personally.
Name: Lisa Hunter
Rank: Officer
Report Number: 16
*coughs* Some might say you can expect odd things to happen after a very calm day chief.
Met Ryan Cooper near Westpoint, followed him into Magellan. He kept talking very odd things.
An example is in the attached footage.
I have more, but it might be better to hand them to you personally.
Ryan responded to nothing i asked him, he kept talking these odd words.
I suspect he has developped into something Rheinland has labeled as 'Das Wilde'.
I heard it saying it will be heading for Kansas. I fear for the worst, as i've heard that Kansas attracts people of all origins, people like Corsairs and Outcasts flying next to each other peacefully.
If you wish for more details, please tell me where i shall meet you, i'll be there.
His behaviour has also been noticed by other people he met on his way to there, as you can see here.
It's needless to say that i tried to stop him, but i failed.
A Navy Officer followedhim deeper into Magellan, perhaps even into Kansas, i don't know as i lost contact with him. Those Liberators aren't made to operate within cold ice fields.
*2 messages apear on the monitor of Chief Matt Myers*
--- Urgent message ---
---Incoming ID : Medical Block, Norfolk Shipyard, New York---
---Target ID: Chief of Police Matt Myers and all Deputies , LPI---
Medical Report on patient : Officer Ryan Cooper , LPI
The officer came on the station after being contacted by a Nomad vessel. We provided the neccesary medical examination for these kind of events. After the first few tests and the physichal check-up, everything seemed to be normal, so we let the Officer return to duty.
However, we might 've made a mistake with that. The deeper results show that the Officer is possible a victim of Nomad infestation, may become disoriented, furthermore , his state is quite unstable. We need to contain him immidiately untill we can tell the exact state of his infestation.
Whoever meets Officer Cooper, proceed with caution and report to security and medical teames immidiately!
Please forgive us for the delay, our systems were a bit overused.
Navy Medical Team , Norfolk Shipyard, New York
---Incoming message---
---Sender ID : Ft. Bush Docking Control---
---Destination: Chief of Police Matt Myers and all Deputies---
Sir, we need to inform you that Officer Ryan Coopers ships have been sabotaged. His Liberator and Eagle got destroyed with small explosve charges. Meanwhile, his Bomber was being used by him during the exlposions.
No damage on the station was made, therefore all opreations can go on without delay.
Jim Markey pulled up the files on his latest 'project'. Good. Ryan Cooper had responded to the call. The time was drawing closer. He scanned through the documents quickly and then erased them entirely from the LPI computer systems. In their place, he left a death certificate stating that Officer Ryan Cooper had died in a freak accident when his Eagle's missile racks exploded in the hangar. He also filed an incident report regarding the matter, making sure to include the Liberator in the blast radius. The bomber...What to say happened to the bomber...Ah, yes, reallocated to a new officer, as Cooper had requested some leave time from SWAT patrols. Pity about the new officer, he would have to die.
Jim hit the key to save all of his work, leaned back, and sighed contentedly.
We are pleased with today's results.
Zealot Wrote:Just go play the game and have fun dammit.
Treewyrm Wrote:all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.
Note: I'm still uncomfortable with use of the guncam. I apologize for the lack of visuals.
Subject: California system patrol Superior: Hank Goodman Base of launch: Fort Bush, New York
Goodman spend like an hour on the toilet before we could finally leave, but when we did everything was quiet. We made it to California without any trouble.
There I scanned a bounty hunter bomber with callsign Dodge-, who turned out to be carrying 2 tons of Cardamine. He head into the New York system where we followed him and pulled him over for questing.
He explained that he was an ex-Outcast hooked on Cardamine for medical reasons, stating he would die without. He sounded pretty convincing, so we gave him the option to escort him back to Cortez so he could do his damn cardy outside of Liberty. But he claimed that some 'revenge' was more important than his health, so he dropped the Cardamine and Goodman destroyed it.
After that we head back to West Point because Goodman had to use the toilet again.
Shortly after, I responded to an emergency call from the Fort Bush-Pittsburgh tradelane where an independent pirate in a Zoner gunboat was opening fire on a civilian transport. I assisted the navy in its destruction. Officer Amy McTavish was also en route in the LPI ambulance, but with no casualties we immediately begun the next patrol.
Subject: New York system patrol Superior: Amy McTavish Base of launch: Fort Bush
As soon as we left Fort Bush we responded to a call regarding a pirate named The Joker at the West Point-California tradelane. There we found several navy already engaged and stood on standby just in case. The Joker fled and one of his goons was destroyed.
Then a thousand nomads appeared from the Badlands. There were atleast three hundred battleships, and some of them were battleships WITHIN battleships. It was just me and McTavish against this massive armada... but we put up an amazing fight. I destroyed atleast fivehundred of the small ones and like twohundred battleships and gunboats. Then we chased the remaining fleet into the Badlands and we mopped them up good, destroyed several Rogue patrols in the process. But then the biggest ship I have ever seen came along. Bigger than a planet! Luckily I saw a small airvent on the side, so I told McTavish to leg it as I flew right in. I dodged all the turret fire and aimed my ship right at the vent, then ejected! My patriot flew right into the main engine room and the whole thing blew up. I thought I was done for too but McTavish picked me up just in time and we left the Badlands with a giant explosion behind us.
It was all a bit too much for McTavish so she went to land at West Point for a break while I continued to Fort Bush to get some food. All in a day's work for me.
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