Hola amigos, This is Decurion Machete reporting in.
A few days ago Flipado and me met señor Minotauro Gomez , while having a drink in a bar on Skiros.
Señor Gomez told us he is a businesshombre , mainly dealing with Junkers in a far away place called Rochester.
He asked for the Brotherhoods assistance, escorting a large shipment of artifacts on the way there , and food and weapons on the way back.
The quantity of goods was too large for his Raba alone , he also mentioned the route was very dangerous.
Hungry for adventure and well.... food , without a moment of doubt we agreed!
We've pulled straws on who'd have to pilot the ''Carro.de.Compras'' and Flipado drew the shortest one.
I could stay within the comfort zone of my trusted Titan.
We then called upon señor Limon who's Praetorian ''Tierra.Misteriosa''
along with his gunner joined along as our secondary escort wingman.
After a few hours waiting till señor Gomez's employees completed loading the goods aboard our freighter,
we were set to go.
The first hours of travel went smooth,
using Carro's slipstream we moved at a incredibly fast pace , leaving the empires borders behind us swiftly.
We silently moved ''north'' through Order space ,
closing in to the edge of our navmaps. Flying in close formation , we now had to rely totally on Gomez's navigational knowledge.
Hours passed as we zig zagged through asteroid fields avoiding radiation and ion storm fields
this far edge of space seemed forgotten by the great creator ,
a place so deserted not even muerte roamed around there...
It was good señor Gomez advised us to pack sufficient supplies,
as we were getting quite hungry and thirsty.
Flipado's begging to hold a siesta had to be ignored,
for one might never wake up after closing an eye in the depts of infinity.
Señor Limon started chanting songs of ancient elders , and we all sang along.
Now and then señor Gomez would point out interesting anomalies
and told us anecdotes of previous tours he made.
It was sufficient to keep our morale high enough.
At a certain moment we spotted a gigantic nomchacho.
It could well have been the biggest calamaro I've ever seen!
The spirit creature floated at a safe distance of us though
so we decided to leave the deepblue sleeping giant undisturbed.
About two hours later our sensors picked up a jumphole.
We cut down our engines , had a quick meal
meanwhile Limon and I tanked up our ships on H-fuel señor Gomez brought along for the trip.
The jumphole would lead to a place Gomez called ''Alaska''
and according to him it was one of the most dangerous parts on the journey.
Limon and me jumped first.
Our scanners showed a small planet nearby , but no lifeforms in range.
We gave the all clear signal , so Gomez and Flipado followed.
Gomez gave us a heading towards the next jumphole, and Limon and I decided to scout a bit ahead so we could warn the others in advance if we would encounter resistance.
We were flying approximately 10 clicks ahead when Flipado warned us they had a number of red echo's closing in on them from above.
We turned our ships instantly to rendezvous and protect our hermanos and the merchandise.
We arrived just in time to see twelve unmarked fighters of a type I've never seen before
and they were engaging Gomez's Raba.
They were shouting in some inferiour barbaric language I didn't understand,
though I've later heard it was Libertonian.
Gomez did not take time to invite them for a cerveca though and instructed his crewmembers to open fire.
And so we all did the thing we love most, and left a trail of debris and carbonised bodyparts behind us!
With no casualties on our side , we decided to press on quickly towards the next waypoint.
Arriving there we discovered a jump gate similar to the ones found in Bretonia , Kusari and Rheinland.
There was no time to waste as we caught the echo of a very large vessel, possibly of the carrier class, closing in on our position.
On the other side of the Jumpgate a massive fortification was constructed
covering a small gap in a huge minefield!
We did not have time to think and kicked down our afterburners storming through a cloud of lasers and projectiles!
It's turrets threw everything they had at us.
Flipado even mentioned seeing a dead cow being hurled his way though one could attribute this to his smoking habits.
After some courageous moments while asking santa muerte for help we managed to dodge the enemy fire and slip through the minefield without any casualties!
While avoiding any sensor echo's we then made way to the place called Rochester following señor Gomez who knew the exact coordinates!
This system , New York (you might have heard about it in the legend of Madre and Pacheto, sadly we met none of the legendary ''Liberty-Rangers'') was a strange place.
I could hear many people talking in a strange barbaric language I was unfamiliar with.
According to Gomez these people were actually selling weapons in space, that they transfer from ship to ship.
Even stranger , they do not call these weapons ''Coladas'' but ''Codenames''....
We passed a planet about 40 clicks above it's north pole surface,
that from a distance looked lush and green around it's equator , though with heavy signs of urbanisation.
There were countless echo's of small and large vessels there , and we did our best to sneak past unnoticed.
About 50 clicks behind that planet we arrived at the Station of Rochester.
Me and the other soldatos did not went further than the docking bay that was filled with many different people, I believe I even spotted a Maltese or two doing business there though I cannot be certain.
Most of the Junkers themselves were pretty fat and looked delicious.
One tried to hold a conversation with me , but I did not understand his words and pointed to señor Gomez who then seemed to strike a deal with him.
After a short while our ships were loaded with H-fuel and supplies for the way back home.
We decided to take a different route home , this time via Bretonia.
Señor Gomez claimed to know a jumphole that enabled us to avoid those nasty unmarked fighters.
And so we left Rochester and those strange Libertonians behind us.
I think el Presidente should seriously consider sending some aid in the form of Hispanic language teachers there , It must be so much easier for these people to have a proper form of communication.
For a place void of significant civilisation , it is a miraculous place indeed.
We moved through another Jumpgate , passing a system wearing the lovely name of California, and then on to Magallan.
Here señor Gomez showed us a route back to more familiar territory.
The Bretonian system of leeds.
Moving through the clouds we refueled whilst in formation,
and spent half a day in returning home via our well known routes.
It was great to return home, to be back in the civilised world!
But this adventure has made look forward to the next adventure , and I cannot wait to be sent to another long range mission.
I have told señor Gomez to declare his delivery at the Department of goods liberation and trade so he can strike up a nice bonus for his good business.
If his courage runs in his family a Brotherhood career for one of his relatives would not be a bad choice.
I have learned that a merchant is not something to look down upon by definition, these hermanos and hermanas do courageous deeds that benefit our empire.
And for now , I cannot keep this chica waiting!