Chenzo was informed that this said target was to be shot because he had entered Zoner Guard territory. As soon as Chenzo had charged his weapons, I let my Iron Hammers rip the target's hull to pieces.
Unfortunately, I did not get to test the guns fully on this target since he had smashed into my ship when I least expected it. I think it was a Spatial. During this time, we were aiding Bretonian Armed Forces against a Coalition invasion. Coalition ships do not handle too well against the Iron Hammer's unforgiving nature...unfortunately, I did not manage to get evidence of this but I will update this log.
This one was not really much of a fight... The Iron Hammers dealt severe damage against the Titan's armor in seconds. Furthermore, damage I sustained in this battle was more from the Praefect class Cruiser that tried to assist the Benitez pilot.
After I had won the battle, all immediate hostiles turned their attention to me so I had no choice but to flee. The raid on Crete was a failure. Crete had launched serveral capital class vessels and repelled the invasion.
That is all.
Eduardo, signing off.
***End of Message***
***Transmission Terminated***
----Transmission Origin: Erylian Living Quarters, Planet Malta, Omicron Alpha----
---Commencing Message---
Hola Senores. I am putting in a request to keep my use of Solaris Weapons. I am currently participating in as many training simulations to improve my fighter handling. For these reasons and to protect Malta against our enemies, I wish to keep them.
If you deem it necassary I will fulfill any requisites you require of me, to keep these weapons.
Please respond, if I must complete tasks I would like to get started as soon as possible.
This is a message directed towards all Maltese military personnel.
As of this time, the Gallic force carrying the rather charming name of "The Legion of the Damned" has, after a multitude of trials, earned the honor of becoming the extension of our will in the depraved kingdom of Gallia. They may enter Maltese holdings at will, and are to be treated as second-class citizens so long as they aid in the spread of Cardamine to this dangerous house.
Aid them while they are within our holdings, including the Taus... but do not venture into Gallia yet. We will strike when the house is weakened.
Those are your directives.
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Long-serving Maltese fighter pilot Kiyoko Yamato, as well as Vin Chenzo has earned the right to carry the rank of Wing Commander after surviving many onslaughts and hardships while in service to the nation.
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Junior pilot Eduardo Alfaro has earned the right to call himself a true Lieutenant of the Maltese navy after having proven that he is worthy of the title.
I am Maximus De Castillo, some of you might know me, most of you wont (maximus)
I'm a Outcast mostly helping out our allies kill hogosha, kusari navals, KPT, SCRA, and whatever scum opposes our nation. I do so around the system of dublin-tau23-omicron alpha mostly (always with enough cardi to ensure long trips can be made)
I am here to plea for a neutrality of outcasts towards the NLH (gaians), i do not do so on empty grounds or personal gain. My reasons to even ask something this bold from my superiors is the following: as i already explained i help out allies, this time i was helping near dublin with a corsair battleship the BAF officer sent to help me was killed and i was alone in a gunship facing a battleship. it is at this moment that the NLH stepped in and to my suprise assisted in taking down the battleship in which we succeeded. the second case is where i was deffending a keeper from a couple of IMG's, even in that situation the NLH bravely stepped in to help me deffend the *spirit*. I know my opinion doesnt matter much compared to the wisedom of the dons but in my opinion they have proven to be worth of this neutrality
with respectfull regards,
Maximus De Castillo,
Outcast in body and soul
A Psalm out of the outcast history books.
The dons are our shepherds; I shall not want. They make us live with a cause; They lead us trough the still vasts of space. They restore our souls; They lead us in the paths of righteousness For The Orange Dream. Yai, though we fly through the valley of the shadow of death, we will fear no evil; For the Spirits are with us; Your leadership and Your cardamine, they comfort us. You prepare a safe home for us in the presence of our enemies; Surely goodness and mercy shall follow us All the days of our life; And we will dwell in the house of the outcasts Forever
A simple survey of the area around Malta, to make sure that no...undesirable elements had decided to set up shop during the later patrols of the previous day. Both fortunately and expectedly, I found no issues to speak of.
Of course, something -always- has to go wrong.
After detecting an anomalous energy outburst within Malta's orbit, I found two pilots, bickering like small children. One of them had, apparently, "tested" their fighter weaponry on the gunship. The gunship pilot, in turn, decided to scrap the fighter.
While I made attempts at moderation, if only to stop the idiocy clogging the local comms bands. I failed, as neither were in a reasonable mood. Being quite annoyed from the experience, I decided to dock.
Reporting on a rather impressive victory, on our side.
As I broke away from the Maltese orbital docking array, I found that a conflict was occuring between the tattered remnants of several of our secondary fleet planetary defense wings, and at least 8 Corsair capital vessels (an even mix of Legates and Osiris-class warships).
Seeing as several fighters were closing in on me, I decided to simply dive right in.
We first struck at a Legate known as the CNS-Phaeton. It was heavily armored, and it took quite awhile to cripple it. However, after a combined fighter and bomber assault (myself, obviously, included) the thing was rather close to a total collapse. A well-placed antimatter pulse from my vessel sent it's core into a disastrous meltdown, which tore the vessel to bits.
It was at this point that a high-ranking Corsair called out for a retreat, facing the fact that our skilled snubcraft easily outmatched their lumbering behemoths. However, several of their bombers, an Osiris, and a Praetorian foolishly stayed behind. We made short work of the Osiris, prompting the secondary retreat of both the Praetorian and all but two of their bombers.
One of the bombers, perhaps out of ludicrous fear, dove down into Malta's atmosphere, tearing apart his ship as it careened through the atmosphere. No debris was reported as landing. The second was chased off by several fighter pilots.
With that, seeing as we had successfully repelled the Corsairs, I opted to dock.
Ah...Well, mis amigos I am back with some uninteresting news. Due to unfortunate occurences in my close family I have been on leave for quite some time. Now that ceremonies are done with and my beloved have met the Spirits, I return to my work.
My first patrol was unsatifactorily boring and lacked in the excitment department. No traders of notable reputation, no petty 'sair attacks....nothing. I despise this being my first report but neverless even nothing deserves to be acknowledged.
>>>Sender ID: Vin Chenzo, Dante Moretti
>>>Sender Location:Bridge of the Loyalist. Valetta's repair bay.
>>>Encryption Level: High
>>>Sebject: An attack from a enemy we know little about.
*The transmission begins*
*(Chenzo apeas on screen, beside him stands Dante, a stern look apears across both of their faces)*
*(Chenzo begins to speak)*
Hola, senors. Today we had a problem, a problem with the defences within the restricted Omicron-80 Zone. Dante, following protocal persewd a Zoner capital vessle that enterd into the system, thankfully, this once the Zoner doing so alerted Dante to a warship, one who apeard to have been scanning our restricted space.
I'll allow Dante to continue.
*(Chenzo looks towards Dante, who then begins to speak)*
Dante nods, making a quick adjustment to the goggles strapped over his eyes.
Yes...let's see.
Earlier today, while on a rather routine patrol of Maltese Local Space, I detected an anomalous signature on long range scanners. I, as well as Mr. Diego Malasorte, followed it into Omicron-80.
He clears his throat, shifting his shoulders a bit.
As it turns out, this vessel was, in fact a Carrier, in service of the Zoners, known as The.Concordia. It would not respond to any kind of hail, but, did not seem to be much of a threat.
He uneasily pulls out a small data pad, flicking his finger across the touchpad several times, before an image pops up on a large screen, behind them.
Si indeed, Dante alerted me to the strange vessles presence and, from what little information I know through the brigands, it sounded like it was one of the gellic kings legendry fleet.
I wasn't going to take any chances, whether it's captains intensions were hostile or not, I wasn't going to let it leave with any information collected on such a restricted area.
I immedeatly orderd all available units to the zone. I, comming from long range Taus took a small while before reaching alpha, at which point the Loyalist was already launched. I docked about her, then took command, followed by heading to Omicron-80.
By this time, Dante had made the Zoner leave, under peaceful terms, i believe. Prehaps you'd like to say, if you feel it relivent, Dante?
*(Chenzo looks toward Dante, asif expecting him to continue)*
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