*Patrick offers a look of slight confusion, even exasperation*
"So, ah... Not sure if I've royally screwed up here, or what. Found a 'Colonial Remnant' Nyx-Class Fighter immediately outside Islay, just shooting up at frogs."
"Well... Pfeh. As I think y'can tell, th'Cumulonimbus wasn't quite fast enough to catch that speedy bugger. Gave him a warning shot with m'pulse cannon, and that's when he really decided to turn tail."
"Part I didn't catch on guncam was where he tried saying that he was m'ally, since we're both friends of th'Corsairs. Uh... We aren't, are we? Thought that turned a little sour. Either way, I dunno about merely trustin' a "friend of a friend", so that's why I started requestin' a tithe."
"Well, Ann or Jacob... I'll let you be th'judge on all this. Maybe I'll go after that one with th'Starblazer next time."
*Patrick tinkers with something out of sight, turning to face the screen*
"Well, I've got an interesting story to tell all of you 'ere."
"I ventured to Cambridge on the hunch that my Long-Range Scanners had detected a large buildup of Bretonian Forces... Hell, even a Battleship, I think. Ventured there, and there was a little raiding party of assorted Corsair forces."
"To th'best of my knowledge, we're a tad friendlier with the Corsairs than the Armed Forces, so I joined alongside them in th'Cumulonimbus. Unfortunately, I forgot to take guncam shots of us forcing a Dunkirk t'dock on Cambridge's Moor."
*Patrick rolls his eyes incredulously*
"Or th'part where some Bounty Hunter named Festus Hagen flew up to my vessel in his own Gunboat, telling me that he was here t'collect a bounty on my head."
"Shoulda stopped and pondered the fact that I was joined by two Imperator-class Gunboats, a Praetorian Bomber, and what even looked like some Kusarian "Mamoru. We downed that one very quickly."
*He pauses, as if choosing his words carefully*
"Now, 'ere's where it gets interesting."
"The Corsairs willingly showed me a little station they've built around Cambridge, called it 'The Gates of Hell'. Looks a little more to me like a standard space station, but still."
So, today I was trotting around Bretonia, Leeds more specifically, when I happened to stumble upon a trader, with a a friend. One was in an Nanga Parbat? The IMG transport. Hate to say that five times fast.... And the other one was a Heron, that Civilian transport that's fast. So, I jump in front of them at Leeds the Leeds lane to Newcastle... Who would be stupid enough to follow me through? They would!
So, now, having them cut off, I realize they both have MOX(*+)! So, I proceed to start with business. I asked them for a donation, since they supported BMM. They decided to get a little belligerent with me, laughably. He then proceeded to tell me my attempts were... "Cute". He got rammy, and I told him he was going to die.
The fight was long and arduous, after the death of the IMG transport, I was low on Battteries and Nanobots... So, I had to fight the Heron very carefully, holding tight to his ship to deal damage, and he had nearly destroyed my ship.... But I came out victorious.
With each shipment of materials I destroy, I tell myself that we are securing our future. But it seems like everyday their ships are more frequent.
Anyways, that's all really... I never was good at this... I'll be in the repair bay, trying to mend my ship. Andrew out,