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To: Bowex Infonet only.
From: Flight Instructor Peter Anderson.
RE: Standard report.

Greetings gentlemen and ladies

Mr Peterson first I must pass on thanks from for first forming the Clydesdale wing apart from brining extra security for those all important war convoys and it increase our profits as well as increasing the general training of the public which increases not only our public relations but also decrease our training costs.

Now the colonial authority reports that an increasing amount of people that require resettlement have being shown having both viral and respiratory diseases which could end up causing an epidemic while we having been screening for such diseases the vast amount of people requiring transportation have render such scanning obsolete.

As such those ships who have been cleared for passenger transportation shall return to Scarborough station and throughly scanned for bacterial residue if they are found to be pathogenic in nature the ship will be quarantined and the crew will be also sent in isolation to Dr Ormerod.

If your ship is found free your ship will be expected to return to duty after your inspection the board apologies for any trouble this causes.

Yours
Liam Adama

To: Bowex InfoNet.
From: Flight Instructor Andrew Peterson.
RE: Standard report.

[/i]Incoming Transmission NL305 653054953F
Encryption Level: SECURED ExSec 14a
CommID: MacFarlane: NL:DH 8764501
Message Target: Bowex Security Offices
Message Source: Private Terminal 8033956, Devon Highlands, New London
Subject: Engagement Report 818-6-16-1

Sirs,

After coming from a long trading mission in Rhineland I decided to give the crew the rest of the day off after securing the Bonny Lass back at the company docks. After which I took a shuttle and popped on over to the Derby to see how the overhaul (again) on me fighter was going. I know the chief of the boat on her and he volunteered to have his boys take a look at her since the IC boys at Waterloo did a right piss-poor job taking care of her hic-ups. Everything seemed to be in order so I took the Eagle out for a spin to check things out under the Chief's suggestion. Captain O'Grady, rightfully suggested I stay near his ship in case anything went wrong so I did so, at first anyway.

It was soon after that the Orbital Spa and Cruise Liner OSC Isle of Man put out a general distress call that she was under attack in grid B5 outside the Edinburg Jumpgate by a crazed Outcast fighter. Someone musta had waaaaay too much bloody Cardamine this morning to think she could take a Liner all by her lonesome, even one crewed by those lazy louts from OSC. Well, as a paragon of helpfulness, as Brigadier Petersen would say, I responded to their distress call, and over Captain O'Grady's protestations, hit the Trade Lane post haste.

Well the scene I found was even more nutters then the Captain of the Isle of Man described. A single Outcast Sabre was indeed giving the Liner all she had, and despite the fact that a Merc in a Ravens Claw fighter had already arrived to assist. She was clearly past the point of no-Cardamino-Returno and had quite possibly fried her last brain cell. I say! This of course would be the reason that I'm not overly fond of the idea of working with the Outcasts in the first bloody place. They are even more unreliable than Rhinelanders hired to protect a gold shipment if a Lager Train passes in the next Trade Lane.

Anyway, before I ramble on, to the point: Coming out of the trade lane immediately behind the scene and all full burn to catch up, I saw that the merc was of little help in taking care of the Liner's woes, and the Liner crew, obviously realizing this, was firing like mad. I naturally gave the drug-crazed Outcast a warning to cease her attack and vacate the area and 10 seconds to comply (the time it would take me to catch up), all I got was static in reponse, so I engaged upon reaching her. Apparently not realizing I was there, or at least not as close as I was, she showed me her-probably-was-nice-once-before-the-Cardamine-rear-end giving me the prefect opportunity for a zero-deflection gun and torpedo shot which I took full advantage of. Her shields were down and her hull compromised, she made no effort to evade, my guess she being surprised over the sudden ferocity of an attack on her possibly-once-lovely-backside. The Isle of Man took the opportunity to finish her off with a full broadside that sheared off her port wing assembly and sent her into a spin. As I wheeled right to re-engage her ship simply ceased to exist. My guess: sticking fusion injectors. They'll get ya everytime laddies.

Immediately after the engagement the Merc took credit for the rescue and actually inquired about payment. The nerve! The gall even!

I decided to say nothing and suppressed a laugh when the Liner's Captain offered him two first-class tickets to any of OSC's destinations. The merc accepted, which I found..... suiting.

I escorted the Liner to Leeds where they replenished supplies and made repairs. I then escorted them out of the system before putting back down on the Derby and getting an earful from O'Grady. Anway, the bore-sight on her guns is a bit off, so the Chief is going to have another look about at her.

In the excitement I forgot to engage my guncamera until after the engagement, but here's a brief transcript.

OSC|Isle.of.Man:All ships in the area, we are under attack by Outcast Sabre and are requesting assistance outside the Edinburgh Jumpgate.

OSC|Isle.of.Man: Royal Liner requesting assistance at B5. We are under attack by Genevieve.Tigressa.

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: Isle of Man, this is ExSec Delta 114 responding to your call of distress, ETA 30 secs.

OSC|Isle.of.Man: Royal Liner requesting assistance at B5. We are under attack by Genevieve.Tigressa.

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: On my way Royal Liner.

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: Outcast vessel, this is ExSec Delta 114, you WILL cease your attack and vacate Bretonian space, otherwise you WILL be destroyed.

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: You have 10 seconds to comply!

There was no response and after 9 seconds (my apologies), I engaged.

Death: Genevieve.Tigressa was killed by OSC|Isle.of.Man (Gun)

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: Nice shooting Isle of Man

OSC|Isle.of.Man: Thank you, and thank you for the assistance

Unnamed Merc (name changed to protect the stupid): ya its a good thing I showed up

OSC|Isle.of.Man: I supposse you'll be expecting payment mercenary?

Unnamed Merc (name changed to protect the stupid): Nah. On second though, how much do you have?

OSC|Isle.of.Man: How about two all expense paid first class tickets to any of our fine destinations, we'll even throw in all perks and services.

Unnamed Merc (name changed to protect the stupid): Laughs Ya sounds good.

Bowex|Scott.MacFarlane: *sigh* Isle of Man, sorry for the response delay, do you require escort to Leeds for repairs?

OSC|Isle.of.Man: That would be appreciated Thank you.

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Incoming Transmission NL305 653059004
Encryption Level: SECURED ExSec 14a
CommID: MacFarlane: NL:DH 8764501
Message Target: Bowex Security Offices
Message Source: Private Terminal 8033956, Devon Highlands, New London
Subject: Engagement Report 818-6-17-1

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Sahs!

My apologies for the delay in filing this report, but as you are aware we have been busier than a three-"pickled" Irish goat here on the Bonny Lass. I realize that be no excuse an so I will voluntarily dock myself a half of my scotch ration for the day!

To begin, after shuttling in from New London into the company yards in Newcastle, we boarded the Bonny Lass and got underway on time at 09:30 standard trade time. We took course out of Newcastle bound for Thames to pick up our assigned load of Mining Equipment bound for Elbich.

However, upon coming out of the trade lane, we found a full flotilla of Kusari Battleships facing off with our lads in a full flotilla of their own battlewagons and cruisers. The bloody Kusari, outnumbered as they were, withdrew to Stokes with their kimonos between their legs, as they rightly should! Our boys gave chase and since we were uhhh.... between them and the trade lane... we uhhh...got caught up between them and shoved into the lane aye.. that's it. Well we arrived to find ourselves stuck in a group of "friendly" battleships and facing the same quite obviously hostile group of battlewagons. Well, needless to say that we felt very threatened sahs, and not knowing what else to do, we engaged in self defense. It was either that or get blown up by one side or the other. I decided I would rather get blown to wee bits by the boys in dresses than our own boys, so I ordered full thottle ahead and guns at the ready. Unfortunantly, our BAF boys didn't realize it was a trap and as we advanced the bloody girly cowards flanked us with a group of bombers and another battlewagon. Very unsportsman-like I must say!

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Despite the bloody obvious danger, I ordered the ship ahead anyway, seeking to pull ahead of the flanking force to our starboard in an effort to gain upon the main force's flank. My first mate screaming obscenities the whole way and demanding to be let off at the next bus stop, we braved the enemy fire with no hits to our quarter while me stalwart crew (minus the first mate of course) went about their battle drill like a well oiled claymore ran through Kusari entrails. All guns were charged and trained on our first target as we approached with best speed, and as the first mate gave prayers to Mary and St Jude. The Engineer then called up that he'd opened the safeties on all three mains. Our first target, the Zen'nin, was already heavily damaged and I was determined to finish her off or kill me first mate trying!

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The bloody squirrily bastad managed to make nano-repairs however, but we still lay into her regardless. Slamming a disc of highland pipes into the bridge PA player and pumping the sound of a 3/4 Regimental March with pipes all through the ship, I gave the order to commence firing, my systems officer responding by breaking into song and using our plasma cannons to stitch hymnal praises to Queen and Country into the side of our target (and doing little else).

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We werre quickly past our target and narrowly avoiding direct confrontation with two other battlewagons on our flank when we slipped out of ranger of the Zen'nin. Changing targets and recycling the guns, I ordered a hard left rudder as I attempted to gain the enemys' stern. It was then that we lost the Prince of Wales, and no surprise either. Our boys went in with no plan or discipline and simply charged the slant-eyes blindly. Caught in a mass crossfire, the Prince had little chance.

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Unfortunantly for us, we drastically overshot our target and I had to order cruise drive to get back into position. It was then that both the Endeavour and the Conquerer went down in blazes of failed glory and the BAF begun a general retreat. I say! The dissappointment reeks of bad Kimchee! Throwing caution to the wind, and my mate blubbering that we were all going to die, I order Helm to take us in a course between the Daichi and the Kitakami to make our own escape. At this point I ceased to take camera photos as we were far to busy trying not to be turned into scrape for the Junkers. Ordering a drop from cruise drive right next to the Kitakami we opened fire with all guns while both she and her sister, the Daichi tried in vain to pummel us, as my Engineer screamed up that we were asking too much of her and both the guns emitter coils and the mains were threatening a cowardly overload. I knew it! I shoulda have bought Bretonian! BUT, finally something went right and we were in our enemys' blind spot! Both of their broadside were missing us and hitting each other! The captain of the Kitakami, apparantly out of nanos and his armor now rice-paper thin, ceased fire and screamed for his brothers to do the ssame. It was then we took a solid hit from the Dachi that took down our shields. We got them back up and I decided that nothing would be gained by further action, not with my Engineer screaming in my ear and my First Mate on the deck crying, afterall. I ordered the Helm to hit the cruise drive and we got out of there, with no further hits on us I might add.

camera footage 04

Not ALL of the BAF retreated, however. Ensign Cooper proved to be far braver (or crazier) than all of us, and despite only manning a snub fighter, continued to engage. No doubt he had designs on taking advantage of the damage my little stunt had caused to take down the Kitakami on his own. What an impressive addition that would have been to his resume. However, it was.......not to be as the Kitakami was ummm... "kill stolen" from him. He went down a moment later, but not to worry! We picked up his tube later.

camera footage 05

The battle was not over and still had a wee bit of an aftermath coming. As we regrouped, those of us that were left that is, the Kadaji-Maru advanced on her own, apparantly believing that she could handle what was left, and not knowing that two more of our ships had arrived to hold Leeds in the event of counter-attack. The other Kusari vessels, each heavily damaged, fled the system and did not return. As the Kadaji-Maru advanced we engaged in mass as she came out of the trade-lane. Disabling the lane, we prevented her escape and I order my crew to lay fire into her engines aas the rest of the ships of the flotilla also opened fire.

camera footage 06

Perhaps sensing his immediate destruction, the captain of the Kadaji-Maru came about and tried to engage and we, being more than in point blank range by battleship standards, had to swerve quickly to avoid collision. We lay more fire into and she became a nice roman candle a moment later, the kill credit going to a patrol cruiser. I called shenanigans on that announcement but to little avail.

camera footage 07

In closing sahs, the engagement ended with heavy losses on both sides, and a stalemate. Been that kinda war eh? We're waaayy behind our shipping schedule and for that I shall dock us all a day's ration sahs!

Eh? what now? OH! My First Mate wants me to ask if we get combat hazard pay for thi........WHAT?! I'm not gonna ask em that! **SMACK**

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To: Bowex InfoNet.
From: Flight Instructor Andrew Peterson.
RE: Standard report; New London parade.

:: Incoming Transmission ::

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Good day gents,

I was late, you dim witted fool, because I had to come from newcastle because SOMEONE ordered me to land there on Scarbourgh last time.

Besides, you wouldnt have lasted without MY help. so there!

Here's another snapshot og our group picture by the way.



Standing by on Planet new London with a load of superconductors.


This is Mart Bellock onboard the Fennig, signing off.

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To: Bowex InfoNet.
From: Flight Instructor Andrew Peterson.
RE: Standard report.

I take exception with your report sah! The Yvonne Fletcher most certainly arrived (late, yes but arrived nonetheless) before the destruction of the Mild.Whiskey and put several salvos and mines into her in several passes! Or are you merely trying to forget, that in your rather boyish zeal and exuberance in shooting the Gunboat, that ye nearly sheared off me own bleeding port stabilzer!

Now onto my report:

Yestersday, after the aforementioned proactive defense of our soveriegn relam, I took out the Bonny Lass for a trip of trading in Liberty. Yes, I said Liberty. As most of you know, the BES Bonny Lass is persona non-grata, (or however the Spainairds say it) in Rhinlnad these days, the result of government mis-management of licenses, resources, breachs of its own legal system, and the hire of generally incompetant mercenaries to do their dirty work for them. Yes I said incompetant. Nothing more than a group of two-bit, dispossessed blackgards who turn to merc work because they obviously would make shoddy pirates. Of course at the time, I believed they were pirates and was having a very amusing time as they tried to vain to run us down and steal our cargo. It took FIVE of em to stop us, and we easily got past four. Last one only got us by pursuing into Bretonian territory and trying to gun us down in cold blood within sight of Freeport 1. Unfortunantly for the Bonny Lass we suffered a massive systems malfunction (I crashed and blue-screened) as we were making our final turn to dock, and as all systems went black, the roddy ne'er-do-well military pilot wannabe put a bleeding big hole in me lovely Lass. Made of with me cargo he did, and left us to die in lifepods. Fortunantly, the ZONERS came out to help us and recovered us and the Lass. Only Saint Andrew knowns where the boys of the our own Armed Forces were at the time, as they certainly were not around to lend assistance. So, that being said me boyos, I be avoiding Rhineland and their bleeding bureaucracy like the plague that they are.

Now that I'm done with me little tangent, such as it was, we departed the company docks with a load of super alloy bound for Duluth Shipyard. That's right, Rhineland's worst fear and the whole reason that their idiotic trade restrictions exist in the first place has come to pass. I've begun shipping military-grade alloys to Liberty. Alloys that were previously going to Rhineland exclusively. Well, me boyos, they only have themselves to blame. So, anyway, as we moved along the lanes, the newly repaired Lass not even giving us a hic up, I ran across a familiar sight. The OSCIsle of Man was just making port in the California system and prattling on about how great OSC and their Liners were. Well I couldna resist me a bit o fun so I just had to tweak his nose a little. But the bloody codger got downright nasty! Slandering my slander! Of all the bleeding nerve! Needless to say, I will be seeking satisfaction at a later date!


OSC footage

Dropping off the super alloy and moving Engine Components to Rochester, after checking with a LPI officer to insure there was no embargo on Rochester (they been having difficulties with some crims using the [collectors] base as a safe haven despite the [collectors] kickin 'em off on a regular basis). On the way there, I found two GC lassys accosting that very same LPI officer and demanding her underwear. Needless to say, I did not want to get into that conversation, but Sally, my helm officer just couldn't help herself and HAD to mention something about always suspecting that the Kusari were nutters. That's when the pilots, indignant at the comment, indentified themselves as GC and demanded Sally's panties! Sally of course refused, but Penny, our Loadmaster quiped from the cargo bay that she might, if the price was right, but what would mother say?, to which Colin called up from Engineering and replied "she'd say you be a bloody harlot, 'dats what she'd say!" That tossed off a whole round of bickering on the internal coms, the GC and the approaching ION Storm completely forgotten. Fortunantly, Sally got us in on time. I missed most of this incident as I was too busy off my command chair, rollin on the deck, laughing me bleeding arse off.

panties

Dropping off the components and moving super-conductors to Newark for short-profit (but I hate to go anywhere empty), I considered moving light arms back to Duluth really quick, but deciding that I needed to get more familar with Liberty Transit Laws first, I tossed out that notion. Instead I picked up Robot Components from Newark and took them to Fort Severan. Loaded up with Liberty Military Vehicles (take THAT you Hun tossers!), and successfully delivered those to the Civil Defense Authority on Leeds.

Taking basic alloy back to the company docks, we let the yard men take the Lass back to the holding area and took the Malcolm back to New London. After which I met up with our new Recruit and assisted in getting his new combat variant defense ship in the proper order, sans any specific instructions Mr. Petersen may have.

That is all I have for now. God save the Queen! and US from the bleeding Huns!

-----Captain MacFarlane

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Good day gents,

Quote:I'm probably going to humbly take Mart's advice for once, and get some Screamer mines. These gunboats are getting ridiculous.

Finally you know your place, sah. Bow down to me!


This is Mart Bellock onboard the Fennig, signing off.

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