To: SA
Comm ID: Cmdr. greg911
Officers,
-Equipped ensigns Orvidos and Maverick
-No hostile activity within ZoI
Continuing patrol runs,
Cmdr. greg911
*bridge of LNS-Corregidor*
Commander Greg stares off into the vastness of open space and lets his mind drift to more distant times and places
"I remember Earth... you could see the horizon and say 'thats the end of it'... this emptiness, its infinite, isn't it comm officer? *sigh* Any word from HQ?"
the comm officers and replies "no sir", Greg keeps gazing off into space, "although your financial statement has came in..."
"And what does it say? Am I broke yet?"
comm officer laughs at the commander's reply "no sir, your stock has gained is ready and your time deposit has matured."
"Hehehe, more people to help and more pirates to dust... Just keep monitoring those scanners for hostiles, this is too good a day to mess up. *sigh* So much area... Just us to watch over it."
"sir we have a potential hostile on the scanners, he's almost to the NY jump hole."
"Finally some action! Engines to full and gunners to your stations"
commander gets there only to find a misled civilian with a ornamental artifact, complete with documents...
dully, he turns the ship back to Houston, sits in his chair and stares into space...
' Wrote:*bridge of LNS-Corregidor*
Commander Greg stares off into the vastness of open space and lets his mind drift to more distant times and places
"I remember Earth... you could see the horizon and say 'thats the end of it'... this emptiness, its infinite, isn't it comm officer? *sigh* Any word from HQ?"
the comm officers and replies "no sir", Greg keeps gazing off into space, "although your financial statement has came in..."
"And what does it say? Am I broke yet?"
comm officer laughs at the commander's reply "no sir, your stock has gained is ready and your time deposit has matured."
"Hehehe, more people to help and more pirates to dust... Just keep monitoring those scanners for hostiles, this is too good a day to mess up. *sigh* So much area... Just us to watch over it."
"sir we have a potential hostile on the scanners, he's almost to the NY jump hole."
"Finally some action! Engines to full and gunners to your stations"
commander gets there only to find a misled civilian with a ornamental artifact, complete with documents...
dully, he turns the ship back to Houston, sits in his chair and stares into space...
If i wasn't so busy getting these tutorials set up for the moding school id be right there to help you out Greg, but then there is STILL no word on if I am in SA yet or not... Even the real navy doesn't take this long to make a decision about an applicant... *sigh*
OOC: srry I haven't been able to logon lately...
May = teachers realize year is almost over = lots of work and tests and *shivers* FINALS
+ trip this weekend
sooo..... i may be able to log on earlyest, next sat....
srry.
Lt. Brown, out
*sigh* Another day, another hundred million in the bank. Looks like my trader corps are having more action than me watching over Liberty...
Commander Greg peruses the day's financial report on the balcony of his estate in Manhattan. The butler walks in with a tray, on it a glass of cold iced tea... "Your tea, sir"
Thank you, Winston. You may take the rest of the night off if you wish. Just please make sure the hounds are feed before you go. *sigh* Its taking HQ quite awhile to sift through the paper work and approve my cruiser again. Hell, I can buy a Carrier if i had wanted to. Winston, what do you think I should do?
"Patience is a virtue, master Greg. Something that will help you along your path of life, sir. I shall be going now, sir. Enjoy your evening" The butler turns the other way and walks into the villa, as if he were engulfed by the shadows. Greg, now alone, thinks out loud and gets things off his chest.
"Their out there, somewhere. Those pirates, terrorist and smugglers. And I can't touch them. At least they can't do that to me either. I think I might need insurance. Maybe a "hand" to reach out and "touch" my foes. No! What am I saying? I am of good repute all over the Sirius sector. What would people say if they found out? I look desperate. I better just get some sleep. This will all blow over soon.
And as the butler had done, Greg walked into the house. His shadow grown long with the sunset behind him, melding with the darkness of the house. Hes shuts the door...
Then he remembers he left his iced tea outside. Quickly, he unbolts the lock and grabs the glass. the rushess back inside...
*The world was still hazy as commander Greg woke up in ICU ward of the Manhattan hospital. Greg forces himself up to a sitting position but is too badly wounded, dropping back down on the bed.*
"Where the hell am I? The Corregidor, what happened?"
*He pauses as bits and pieces of his memory drift back in to place then he mutters to himself*
"Prospector, I could use a pilot like him. Too bad he's on the other side. What the hell am I saying? That guy just blew up my ship, my crew, everything! Damn, I shouldn't have jumped him. Damn his load out, made quick work of me. Damn back-up for not showing up on time. Damn HQ for being slow on the ship authorization. But damn me most, for not being good enough! I have to do something, Colorado wasn't even my call, that was LSF's job, not mine. Where is everyone when I need them? Damn it!"
*Hours later the commander sits in the den of his estate, pondering what could be done about the rising crime rate and minimal back-up*
"*sigh* More cash today, again? I have enough for a small fleet of my own. ARGH! Here I am again asking if i should take the law into my own hands. This isn't right anymore. I've had it!"
*Commander opens his files on the computer and brings up plans on the LNS-Bataan 2.*
"HQ may not sponsor this nor even approve it yet. But I'm mad! Now, lets see. An adjustment here, more guns over there, this and that go over there. Done! Send file to Norfolk Shipyard Engineering Department, and bingo, ship under way! Now, for my private ship. I'm sure 1 mark 8 armor upgrade is enough for both ships to share. I'll be above quota in a week's time anyway."
*The commander had a certain twinkle in his eye, as if to say his vengeance would cover the universe...*
TO BE ADDED TO LIST OF CRIMINALS::rtfm:
Agisdi_Vleniohv - Self proclaimed liberty rogue:nono:
Blackbeard - attacked traders in Colorado:nono:
Frank.Lewis - Xeno terrorist, assisted Prospector in todays encounter:nono:
The_invisible_hand - stands charges against trader, RaginCajun. charges are assault and piracy...:nono:
WHERE IS MY BACKUP!?!?! :angry:
Davis to SACC
Our wing completed the patrol, heading back to the Missouri to celebrate the successfully killed pirates and smugglers. One freighter carrying cardamine was intercepted near Rochester, he surrendered his cargo, cruised into the cloud near Pittsburgh.
Joe
-Incoming Transmission-
Comm ID: Lt. Adamson - CS: Orion
Location: Planet Los Angeles
I have completed my patrol and found nothing to report. Several ships of interest did appear on my scans but I was on the other side of Liberty and unable to intercept. Reported position to the local squadron and have not heard any more. Also have updated my intel pack to include new wanted and outlaw transponder codes. Thanks Commander. The dockmaster at San Francisco has asked that I go see him. Will confer with him and resume patrols after refuel. Adamson out.
-Transmission Terminated-
Hmmm...
I've been gone awhile.
Admirals, a status report on my desk tomorrow stat.
elgato-