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I guess it's interesting to note that the SCRA's activity in New York has risen again lately. Well, what does activity mean actually, just one person, however this person has proven to be quite succesful in intervening against Libert'y interests in the past.

This time I met Miss Lena Riemann on the lane between Norfolk and West Point. What was supposed to be a short friendly talk to cosy her along however quickly turned into her telling me her story and the reasons she joined the Communist Army. I decided to listen closely, not yet shooting her, as it seemed she was actually quite in doubt of SCRA's values.

In the end, it seems my talking and actual fight skills have been improving in different speed sadly, as I didn't stand a chance against her when it came to the inevitable dance. My vessel got blown up by her, however she left left my rescue alone fortunately, enabling a present Forlorn vessel to pick me up.

The next days I'll do some overtime to meet my best friend, the fight simulator, and fix this aiming issue of mine.

In these past couple of days, I have been training with the [REDACTED], and have been missing some patrol hours. Between here and there I managed, and got even a treat for the SECDEF. A commie, handler SCRA|Micheal.Thorton was making a mess of himself in New York, again. Not their land, ok. No support, got it. Any sense to it, nope. But there he was. And there he ran. Rochester. The Fleet Admiral was around and also is a witness to how the Junkers allow enemies of the government, again, to dock in the safety of their own bases. It's getting kind of boring really.

And then Kansas. Sweet Kansas. That seems more of an outscum war turf, than actual Liberty space. Guess they don't have much to do back home. First a Storta, handler Phoenix_Egg. Fortunately, the local Hellfire likes to shoot the outcasts first than us, so I took advantage and added my own fire to the burning outcast pyre.

Then all the wailing klaxons rang. A massive outcast strike at the local DSE base. Over four Ranseurs, a couple of Sarissas and a fledgling Storta, with some merry tag along Commune, handlers (C~Assassin.01 and (C~Assassin.02. Well, I went Rheinland War on their behinds and they both got what they came for. A handful of pain and shame. Our caps, First Fleet and secondaries attacked the thick of it, but the obvious lack of talent and weight from our secondary fleets almost dictated the course of it. We lost almost all of them in the capital engagement. Once again, alone in the frickin' burning hay pile. One of their Stortas was merrily on the job of sniping down snubs, and since they couldn't hack in smaller vessels, that presented the opportunity. I called in a bomber wing, comprised of Auxesia, Liberty Navy and Bounty Hunters. And then they saw the error of their ways.
We shot their behinds until they ran to dock in Fortaleza, the local rogue haunt.

In the end, the DSE base still stands with little to no damage, we took some heavy losses and made the outcasts think twice about showing up their mugs around again. Got to say, step up the training, Command.

I'm a marine. Was trained to be a mud worm with a rifle in hand, and a willing heart to shoot. Wasn't meant to fly.
But I am. It just is the basic school of Mike Echo Papa Hotel. Right thumb the joystick to shoot.

Without anything further to add,

Thankfully, after an unbearable amount of time without anything interesting during my duties, there was enough for me to do today. Bishop is back in the game I'd say.

First of all, in the morning I got words from LNS-Michael that a very old and -very- known friend of ours once again had the effrontery to visit our esteemed house space in order to annoy civilians, traders and the Navy alike. I just don't seem to get it, the attempt the Captain of the Phoenix is making are just pathetic, and obviously never work out. What is he in Liberty for? To make sure the Navy has at least one annoyance they have to take care of a day? Anyhow, I greeted him accordingly as always - with our very own Libertonian delicacy: SNACs.

But no, of course he couldn't stay away, and only a few hours later, I was informed that Phoenix had decided to come back again for another slap round, and even brought a friend with him, callsign The.Burninator. Locating their positions however wasn't easy, and Lt. Albey and I in the end failed to give them the nice punches they'd have deserve. However, keeping in mind they were apparently somewhere in the no-man's-land, their presence in Colorado wasn't much of a big deal either.

As sitting around, waiting for this scum to crawl out of their slimy caves isn't what we're getting paid for, Albey and I resolved upon switching to our Guardians and analysing the situation in California, as reports of another hostile craft were coming in. Didn't take long until we found said snub, a Waran called (C~Assassin.03. Considering it was a pilot of the Commune - these guys with the infamy of attacking Libertonian companies -, it would have been more than a mere pleasure for me to see him go down, however the situation didn't turn out that way. Lt. Albey's Guardian got blown away first, my own followed soon after. Whoever pilots that bomber definitely knows his stuff.

And if that wasn't enough, I later got called from West Point to assist in an inevitable clash between Libertonian and unlawful capital ships. I was trying to assist my fellow colleagues, but in the end, the fight that took place between Manhattan and West point ended as a complete disaster. Our forces fought for themselves rather than in a group, contrary to the way our enemies dealt with the situation. This undoubtably broke us the neck in the end. Personally I wasn't able to deal any significant amount of damage, as the whole time I was busy enough shaking dear Miss Valdez off my tail, something that didn't work out either.

Said forces consisting of unlawful vessels then decided to turn their attention to Kansas, another unsustainable provocation against the Navy and its allies. I joined a small task force of fighters and bombers trying to hold them off as long as possible, however on top of the already present hostile targets, a number of Commune pilots joined in, making it a fight we could ony lose, even though we got by various other friendly vessels. In the end I was ordered to fall back after a number of other Navy pilots had been shot down. Fortunately, I made it out of the bloody battlefield alive.

Today's morning started off rather weird, but without a doubt with some interesting encounters. Right off the bat I spotted a Maltese Ranseur hanging around near Manhattan orbit like a hobo. Still after hours of recapitulating I'm not quite sure what motivated him to aim for the sun as soon as I came closer, maybe it was the frightening sight of a glorious Libertonian SNAC, or my face, I don't know. It didn't seem he attempted suicide, as he tried to somehow fly around the sun in a close orbit to shake me off. Got no idea what he was actually planning, I just know for sure it didn't work. As soon as my cruise disruptors hit him, he was sitting ducks in the corona, and could enjoy a death in flames.

There wasn't much of a pause for me to breath as I got words the Liberty Tragedy was hanging around in New York again, and I felt my SNAC wanted to greet him, and guided me towards him like a dowsing rod. Was an easy task to find him, as he was as always loitering around the lanes, harrassing lonely traders. My company and I just arrived in time to watch the Captain of the Tragedy blowing up one of them who obviously hadn't satisfied him. What an insolence, killing an innocent right in front of an Officer. He of course tried to flee to Rochester - what else would you expect? - but at least one time he didn't make it. I call this Liberty Justice at its very best, delivered.

Just as small side not however, during the fight another unlawful entity appeared, being able to dock at Rochester. Another one of the list of people escaping Liberty law by docking with this bloody station, the scum really can't be discouraged to do that, over and over again.

Later on, there was a gathering of Cultist vessels, however judging the situation as under control by a number of other Libertonian capital vessels, I together with Operative Reeves, Agency 404, hunted the trace of an audacious pirate, designation Pusca.cu.Luneta. However, we couldn't locate him after the routine checks of the trade lanes as well as Rochester and Buffalo had been done.

That's all for today.

I wanted to report yesterday's flight mainly together with Ensign Redding as it was quite an unusual one and included a lot of problems, mainly concerning an old acquaintance of the Libertonian Navy. As it seems, Miss Lena Riemann, formerly member of the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army had the balls of coming back to our House space, this time with a Freelancer transponder, reportedly "looking for trouble".

I must admit I was unsure how to react on her sudden appearance, as I was told she had had the pleasure of meeting Commander Mayer, my commanding officer, before, and I hadn't received any clear orders on how to deal with her. Hence, I first decided to have a close eye on her, but let her follow me to the sight of a small robbery between Fort Bush and Manhattan. Once again, the Commune fellas had shown up and one of them, designation (C~Hernan.Rosales, was about to demand money from somebody, I believe it was an Ageira vessel. Before I could jump in, the trader had already offered Riemann a bounty for the pirate, hence I decided to let her take this one, and ordered Ensign Redding to do the same.

She did her job quite well, however in the meantime another Bounty Hunter wanted to join into the fight, however met with hate from Riemann doing so, which later escalated into a fight. Still in doubt as there were no orders - and as Mayer had met her before, I wasn't sure whether to interpret no order was in fact an order or not -, I decided that the best would be to get her into temporary custody until it would cleared what the Republic should do with her.

She slipped us multiple times in the process of hunting her down, but in the end an intense fight broke out, first between Riemann, Ensign Redding and Fleet Admiral Jones himself, whose ship later got ripped apart by her guns. Following onto that, Redding was ordered to retreat, and instead Anderson of the 5th fleet went in to finish her, which was once again not working out. His snub got destroyed as well. In the end, Commander Mayer and I were called off the field of action to deal with another pirate sighting while Samantha Timberlake finally managed to give Miss Riemann the greeting she should have gotten from the first minute on she had entered Liberty Space.

In the meantime, while rallying up our forces at Norfolk, we had a vey unusual vitisor there, having holidays, designation (C~Julio.Ramirez. I mean, what did he even expect from running into a Libertonian strike force anyways? Whatever he might have expected, we delivered him a formal goodbye from Liberty.

That's all for yesterday. I've left to West Point, awaiting further assignments.

This is Cadet Alec Wylde, reporting first flight schedule. The patrol started at approximately 0100 hours, Sirius AM time. After leaving the Virginia system from where the ship quartermaster assigned a Guardian-class VHF vessel with standard issue Navy equipment setup, I took the Liberty to report to Westpoint Military Academy for further debriefing. On my way towards the station, I went through the Manhattan route, making a simple patrol route in the system.

The amusing part is that I did not expect anything on the way there but clueless pirate, with a Percheron-class Bretonian transport disabled a Trade Lane node between Fort Bush and Manhattan. I went to intercept him. I gave him moments to surrender. I avoided KOS modus operandi, because he had aboard several Liberty Pilots and some Civilians. He gave me no option eventually but to shoot him and disabling his shielding.

After impounding his vessel heavily and seeing he had no way to escape, he changed his mind. He lowered the shields and surrendered the pilots and the civilians. He had no desire to fight further more. I also need to mention that he wasn’t the typical kind of pirate. He mentioned his trip from an uncharted system fighting alongside a joint force of Navy and Rheinland forces against a series of unknown enemy vessels.

I gave him a chance to leave Liberty for good and never return. I considered it a just move because I saved the lives aboard his vessel that, most likely were hostages. I warned him that if he will be caught ever again in Liberty with piracy attempts he will either be nullified are sent to a life of imprisonment aboard Sugarland.

I also took another patrol flight inside the New York system until I’ve reached the Texas Jumpgate where I did encountered a Coalition craft. He claimed he got „lost” in Liberty space and should get for Rheinland space. He didn’t seemed hostile but, Cadet Redding assisted me and he continued to question him. Redding claimed he can extract information from the Coalition in exchange for him of a low penance time if ever caught again in Liberty space. He was escorted by him, outside of our space. An interesting thing might result from this questioning that would involve the ESRD division, and might reveal further dealings regarding the Junkers.

I’ve received a distress call via a sub-space channel from a civilian who informed me about an Outcast Destroyer that arrived inside Liberty territory and had malevolent tendencies. I informed the Secure channel to request for backup and we hunted him till Galileo. We’ve also found proof of Rochester being able to host Outcasts and also a certain installation in Galileo that does the same thing.

I will have the attachments as following:
Pirate's Cargo
Hostages delivered to Denver.
Coalition Infiltrator ID confirmation
Rochester housing Outcasts - proof