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Good day Lieutenant Commander,

I will need that Gallic identification beacon and board, for an operation.
I do hope that it is in a safe location.

With regards,

This is a report about the action that took place yesterday in Magellan's middle-northern sector.

The resistance observation posts on Planet Leeds spotted two unescorted Valor-class heading in the direction of the East Smog Cloud, either to Magellan or Manchester. Commodore Dagon, who happened to be on the surface, launched with her Toketsu and followed them. Meanwhile, I prepared the Sovereign for battle. When it was clear that they would jump to Magellan, I steered the ship there and called for help from the Liberty Navy, who could only spare an Upholder at the time for whatever reason.

When they entered Magellan, in a hurry to catch them before their escorts could arrive, I steered the Sovereign north of what has remained of Freeport 4 and past the lonely Carcassonne, towards the Leeds jump hole. Commodore Dagon had meanwhile been doing her job well, so the Gallic battleships, the Meduse and the Phantom, were pinned. I proceeded to attack the Meduse, which was about ahead of the Phantom. Their numerous missiles were quick to work through our shield, and so were our pulse cannons through theirs. However, while we could evade their artillery, their thick hull kept absorbing our heavy mortars. The Phantom then attempted to cruise onto us, but the commodore was quick to stop them. This left the Meduse unchecked, albeit only for seconds due to the timely arrival of the Liberty Navy bomber. I arranged each of the bombers to monitor one battleship. The Meduse then reversed in order to recover, and the Phantom pressed forward. Then we redirected fire at the Phantom.

The sudden arrival of another Valor-class from the direction of the Carcassonne rearranged the setting again. We were, at the time, heading straight towards them, so we had to take a turn to starboard, which directed us towards the Wendell Ice Field. The Liberty bomber then stopped the cruise drive of the arriving battleship, whose name was the Faileas. Under our continuous fire, unable to score a hit and facing an asteroid field, the Phantom reversed. The Meduse then took their place, with the fresh Faileas in support. The Faileas, however, was kept out of range, so we were only under fire by the Meduse. The gigantic battleship, once looking at us with with such vanity, was then humbled by a simple asteroid. With them rendered immovable and facing us with a blind spot, I exploited the situation, closed the Sovereign up and dealt the finishing blow.

With the Meduse burning and the Phantom in retreat, this left us only one battleship to deal with, and that in a surrounding more favourable for us than for them. They appeared to be focused more on resetting their course every time an asteroid happened to be ahead, than on firing at us. Their hull was also thick, but it also buckled over time. Confident that we had dealt enough damage and in a hurry to reach the retreating Phantom as well, I headed the Sovereign right towards them and, with them so desperate that they had quit even firing at us, but were firing at the Liberty bomber instead, hurled two heavy mortars into their forward gun, which caused all of their lights, turrets and engines to instantly go off. They were then lit by the fires of their own fuel. The lucky members of their crew ended up in our brig and our medical bay.

The Phantom, woefully damaged and being pinned by the commodore all the time, meanwhile managed to reach the cover of the Carcassonne, where they cloaked. Believing that the enemy fleet had been defeated, the Liberty bomber headed back to California and the commodore back to Manchester, with us following behind. However, precisely at the moment when both of them were far and we were preparing to take the trade lane to the Manchester Jump Gate, the Phantom revealed themselves, somehow already fully repaired, and without any warning, hurled three trebuchet shells at us. We were surprised and our shield was wiped out in a moment. As well as their element of surprise. I steered the ship into fire exchange position and rallied the crew again. After calling the commodore back, we promptly returned fire. But the enemy was, as it seemed, also attacking our internal systems, causing our radar to conflict with the visual, so it was challenging to evade their fire. Nonetheless, despite their ship possessing more modern technology, their captain was but a mere reservist, and could not stand alone against am admiral and a commodore of the Armed Forces. Only a torpedo away from suffering the same fate as the prior ones, according to our estimation, the battleship turned us their back again. Unfortunately, the commodore had run out of cruise disruptors, so this allowed the enemy to escape our mercy. Whether or not they will get any from their King when they tell him the tidings, I do not know, but I am sure that if they live, they have lived to surrender another day.

After that we truly headed to Manchester, The Sovereign had to make a stop at Sheffield as the ship was shaking too much due to the damage she had withstood, in order to allow tea to be served. I then headed her to Birmingham, where she is still under repairs.

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This is Captain John Khatri reporting about my safe arrival to Alabama Shipyard, and of the Arbitrator's.

I took over from Commander Seeley French, who could not exit Bretonia, above Sprague yesterday at 7 PM. It took the Core escorts a long time to arrive. While waiting, I greeted a civilian Stargazer by the name of Petrobras, at which I accidentally fired a cruise disruptor, but the civilian forgave me after I had apologized.

The Core escorts came with the delay of 52 minutes. They caught me unprepared, as I was praying to Shiva for mercy on our perilous journey, but that lasted no longer than a few minutes. Before me stood the WV Damocles, Thresher-class, captained by no other than Guildmistress Nova Hawken herself. My other escorts were Core|Reaper, a bomber piloted by a woman from Liberty called Silver, Core|Jackson.Clyde and a Manta by the name of Loyalist_Commander. I must add that Silver was not exactly polite to me, but everyone else treated me with respect, albeit apparently not noticing Silver's lack of manners.

We departed at once and were quick to traverse all the Omegas on our way. When we entered Omicron Gamma, I suggested radio silence, but the Core were confident enough to dismiss my advice. It happened to be our lucky day, as the Corsairs were, at that time, fighting it out with the Outcasts, a small part of which I recorded from the distance. We reached the Omicron Kappa jump hole without any incidents. It was guarded by a Core reserve fleet Bullhead-class named the WV Echelon. Before jumping, my radio operator took the communications without authorization and shouted "Bretonia rules the space" before we exited Gamma. I will do with him what the Admiralty orders.

We traversed trough both Kappa and Delta without any events whatsoever, except that we passed dangerously close to a Corsair base in Kappa, named Cituadella. The jump hole to Rho lead us into the planetary disk of Rio, a blue gas giant. The sight looked miraculous. Unfortunately, Alabama was tens of K-s away, so we had to move. I took the Guildmistress' instructions of which drydock to moor the Arbitrator in when we reached the shipyard, and of who was in charge aboard, that person being a certain Peter Lambrecht, who I have not yet had the pleasure to meet. I took a photograph of us all and the shipyard with a drone camera, and then proceeded to moor. My escorts then left to do their duties. The mission was a success so far, and it seems that my prayers to Shiva have paid off.

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