12-31-2010, 02:53 AM
:: incoming Transmission ::
comm id: Virgil Redline.
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right. 2 points of attention.
First up, I went to pick up a Bretonian Challenger bomber (more about that later) when I stumbled on a Rogue hauling slaves in Cortez. He fled to Coronando. I told him to stop but he stalled for time as he ran to the Barrier station. I fired on him but he cowered into the base. my advice: when you spot this guy, blast him right away. He is -not- interested in stopping. So pull him over the hard way.
After he dissapeared into the base, I left for Bretonia. In New London I headed for the Salisbury jumphole
I entered the system and was spotted by a BAF guard ship who asked me 'what the hell???'
So I explained why I was there and he left me to it.
I docked with a battleship I shall not name here due to secrets that need to be kept. Anyway, once there I was offered disgusting tea and some weird cookies I nearly choked on as I was waiting for the paperwork to be proccesed and the Challenger to be prepped.
Finally I was called into the hanger. And there she was. what a hidiously ugly piece of ****. When I laid eyes on it, I wish I had no eyes. It is -so- ugly I decided to snap an image of it. Don't mind the 2 guys in front of the ship. one was some lame arse freelancer with a crappy haircut. He was arguiing with the ship dealer about the price of a ship and it got personal. Probably because that freelancer had a kusarian looking girl with him who was impatient as hell and kept propting her partner 'to go faster'.
I had some new bits mounted and took off. Man, it handles like a drunk whorehouse and it turns like a freightrain on sand. But it sure packs a punch.
I'm back at West Point now, getting laughed at by the cadets. They agree with me about its looks, it seems.
Virgil Redline
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