11-04-2016, 01:59 PM
>>>INCOMING TRANSMISSION<<<
Sender: Tex.Mex
Recipient: The Brotherhood; Junkers Congress
Location: Junker's Town, Puerto Rico
Signal strength: Kinda iffy...
Encryption: *SMACK* ok, it's workin' again
Howdy amigos,
I would like to make use of this oppertunity to thank y'all kind people fer yer hospitality in yer home system. There has been good relations between our people fer long before I think anyone cares to remember and gettin' put in charge of buildin' on that put me in a bit of a tough spot, thinkin' how can I build somethin' even better out of somethin' that works so well. I am pleased to say though that I was met by kind people willin' to work with others for greater benefit of the Corsair people as a whole.
During my numerous trips to Omnicron Gamma I had noticed that there seems to be a big shortage of one of the products that must surely have one of the biggest impacts on yer economy. The quite scarce commodity of Xeno Relics was almost never to be found in the depots, as they seemed to be shippin' out as soon as they arrived in storage. Now knowin' that the Corsair people are more prone to be flyin' fightin' ships, and highly specialized ones at that, I chalked the reason down to the lack of industrial pilots in yer midst. Now, the backbone of any good team is members that build each other's strengths and compliment their weakness. If there's one thing that Congress has in abundance, it's transport ships. A solution came to me that had me kickin' myself for days fer not thinkin' of it sooner.
I got a hold of Senor Moya, who helped me to get my plan in motion on the Corsair side. In Puerto Rico, I got hold of Mr Wild Bill Hickok who helped me get the plan in motion on the Congress side. Together we planned a co-operation meeting where Congress would assist the Corsair people strengthen their economy by having a proper surplus of Xeno Relics to sell in good time. We agreed on a date, time and place and although certain events like some Congress ships breakin' down and needin' to stay in Vieques fer fixin', and a strange anomaly appearin' in Omnicron Delta threatened to take up more people than we could afford to lose fer the operation to be succesful, the available pilots, stubborn as my my aunt Mary's prize donkey, kept our heads down and pushed through.
Now, the lack of available pilots wasn't the only problem we were about to face. Oh no, ol' Mr Murphy he decided to show up with a couple ideas of his own. Like, as Murphy would have it, the Congress convoy gettin' stuck without fuel and failin' navigational instruments makin' the trip of the fuel ships back to the jump ship take extra long. Lesson learned, if yer haulin' scrap and you don't see no one else haulin' fuel, go grab some fuel. We arrived over in Gamma a bit behind schedule, but still, the arrival had everyone back in good spirits again and ready fer the operation. After droppin' of our premium scrap at Tripoli to help with the war effort, we headed on over to the minin' fields to start, and what do we see there? None other than Mr Murphy, layin' down his laws again. The fuel delay had resulted in people thinkin' the op is cancelled, and not wantin' to hang around the minin' field all day while there's other business to take care of, the miners had all left. Luckily though, the Corsairs are a smart people. They left a sentry miner there to guard the field and notify them soon as we arrive. The friendly hombre sent word out to his brothers to come back to join us, and without a second thought started workin', fillin' up the Congress transports nearby. After one transport though, Mr Murphy made his appearance again and said 'Nope'. Our willing miner buddy experienced engine troubles and had to make an emergency trip to Tripoli for the Corsair engineers to fix his ship. While we were waiting we started scannin' the nearby frequencies fer any hostile ships as we had one of them Nomad types zoomin' around our ships, not sayin' a word, just watchin, like a psychopath. What we found on the scanners though wasn't no Nomads as we expected. The Order capital ships, a battleship and gunboat, as well as a Core battleship had entered Gamma not too far from where we were sittin'. Our comms channels started lightin' up as emergency signals were broadcasted callin' all Corsairs to battle stations. Soon a sizeable group of Corsairs had formed to defend their system against the intruders. Hails were sent to the intruding capital ships informing them they are trespassin' and should leave or be destroyed. The intruding capital ships was overconfident, mocking the Corsairs in their own home. A confidence that cost them dearly moments later.
Senor Clavius aboard his brutal lookin' dreadnought gave the order for the Corsair warriors to remove the intruders from their home, and all hell broke loose. The skies lit up with energy projectiles flung back and forth. The Mako class Core battleship fought ferociously but soon realized his mouth had written cheques that his ship couldn't cash. The ship exploded in a brilliant ball of flames, flinging wreckage for miles. Next up was the Osirus class Order battleship. The two Order ships tried to get into a tactical position for the fight but no amount of tactics could save them that day from the cannons of the Corsairs. The Osirus followed the fate of the Mako, and with just the Order gunboat left, Senor Clavius called for the capital ships to stand down. The Corsair bombers and gunboats proceeded to attack the Order gunboat, who, while showin' quite an amount of skill, was still found lackin' against the relentless assault on the ship's hulls. After a brave fight, the Order gunboat also went down, makin' the results of the battle 3-0 in favor of the Corsairs. Congress ships were awed by the Corsair show of might, thanking the brave warriors for keepin' their ships from harm, and efficiently clearin' the battlefield of scrap and droppin' it off at Tripoli shipyard for the Corsair engineers to examine and re-use.
After the exciting battle, Congress returned to the mining fields where the miners that was called on earlier had gathered as well. The Corsair people had also sent a gunboat and two battleships to guard the operation from any further possible attacks as more strange ships, including a talkative but apparently invisble Nomad had made his presence known in the area of the field. A couple of short trips later though word was received from Puerto del Sol that they are crammed to the roof with relics and cannot accept any more. The operation had been a success, and turned out to be quite exciting for more than just the miners and transports. Pleasantries and monies was exchanged between all involved and with well wishes and promises of returning soon, Congress was on their way again back to Puerto Rico, filled to the brim with gifts of Xeno Relics given to them by the miners.
Senor Moya and a member of the Brotherhood escorted Congress back to their jump ship, where calls of 'See ya soon' and 'Hasta la vista' was exchanged as Congress departed. A slight fuel issue later, but this time with functional navigation systems thanks to Corsair engineers fixin' them while we was fillin' up, was quickly resolved and Congress landed back in Puerto Rico safely. All in all I couldn't think of a better way to have spent my time. Congress deeply appreciates the efforts of the Corsair people in hosting us and hopes to be invited back again to Gamma soon. Arrangements of shipments of foods of all kinds are being made for our next trip. I would personally like to thank everyone for their time and effort in helpin' make the operation the success it was. Any kinks and wrinkles will be worked on and sorted out hopefully by the next time, although it did serve it's purpose in giving the evenin' some flavor.
Guncam shots
Rustfully yours
Tex.Mex
Sender: Tex.Mex
Recipient: The Brotherhood; Junkers Congress
Location: Junker's Town, Puerto Rico
Signal strength: Kinda iffy...
Encryption: *SMACK* ok, it's workin' again
Howdy amigos,
I would like to make use of this oppertunity to thank y'all kind people fer yer hospitality in yer home system. There has been good relations between our people fer long before I think anyone cares to remember and gettin' put in charge of buildin' on that put me in a bit of a tough spot, thinkin' how can I build somethin' even better out of somethin' that works so well. I am pleased to say though that I was met by kind people willin' to work with others for greater benefit of the Corsair people as a whole.
During my numerous trips to Omnicron Gamma I had noticed that there seems to be a big shortage of one of the products that must surely have one of the biggest impacts on yer economy. The quite scarce commodity of Xeno Relics was almost never to be found in the depots, as they seemed to be shippin' out as soon as they arrived in storage. Now knowin' that the Corsair people are more prone to be flyin' fightin' ships, and highly specialized ones at that, I chalked the reason down to the lack of industrial pilots in yer midst. Now, the backbone of any good team is members that build each other's strengths and compliment their weakness. If there's one thing that Congress has in abundance, it's transport ships. A solution came to me that had me kickin' myself for days fer not thinkin' of it sooner.
I got a hold of Senor Moya, who helped me to get my plan in motion on the Corsair side. In Puerto Rico, I got hold of Mr Wild Bill Hickok who helped me get the plan in motion on the Congress side. Together we planned a co-operation meeting where Congress would assist the Corsair people strengthen their economy by having a proper surplus of Xeno Relics to sell in good time. We agreed on a date, time and place and although certain events like some Congress ships breakin' down and needin' to stay in Vieques fer fixin', and a strange anomaly appearin' in Omnicron Delta threatened to take up more people than we could afford to lose fer the operation to be succesful, the available pilots, stubborn as my my aunt Mary's prize donkey, kept our heads down and pushed through.
Now, the lack of available pilots wasn't the only problem we were about to face. Oh no, ol' Mr Murphy he decided to show up with a couple ideas of his own. Like, as Murphy would have it, the Congress convoy gettin' stuck without fuel and failin' navigational instruments makin' the trip of the fuel ships back to the jump ship take extra long. Lesson learned, if yer haulin' scrap and you don't see no one else haulin' fuel, go grab some fuel. We arrived over in Gamma a bit behind schedule, but still, the arrival had everyone back in good spirits again and ready fer the operation. After droppin' of our premium scrap at Tripoli to help with the war effort, we headed on over to the minin' fields to start, and what do we see there? None other than Mr Murphy, layin' down his laws again. The fuel delay had resulted in people thinkin' the op is cancelled, and not wantin' to hang around the minin' field all day while there's other business to take care of, the miners had all left. Luckily though, the Corsairs are a smart people. They left a sentry miner there to guard the field and notify them soon as we arrive. The friendly hombre sent word out to his brothers to come back to join us, and without a second thought started workin', fillin' up the Congress transports nearby. After one transport though, Mr Murphy made his appearance again and said 'Nope'. Our willing miner buddy experienced engine troubles and had to make an emergency trip to Tripoli for the Corsair engineers to fix his ship. While we were waiting we started scannin' the nearby frequencies fer any hostile ships as we had one of them Nomad types zoomin' around our ships, not sayin' a word, just watchin, like a psychopath. What we found on the scanners though wasn't no Nomads as we expected. The Order capital ships, a battleship and gunboat, as well as a Core battleship had entered Gamma not too far from where we were sittin'. Our comms channels started lightin' up as emergency signals were broadcasted callin' all Corsairs to battle stations. Soon a sizeable group of Corsairs had formed to defend their system against the intruders. Hails were sent to the intruding capital ships informing them they are trespassin' and should leave or be destroyed. The intruding capital ships was overconfident, mocking the Corsairs in their own home. A confidence that cost them dearly moments later.
Senor Clavius aboard his brutal lookin' dreadnought gave the order for the Corsair warriors to remove the intruders from their home, and all hell broke loose. The skies lit up with energy projectiles flung back and forth. The Mako class Core battleship fought ferociously but soon realized his mouth had written cheques that his ship couldn't cash. The ship exploded in a brilliant ball of flames, flinging wreckage for miles. Next up was the Osirus class Order battleship. The two Order ships tried to get into a tactical position for the fight but no amount of tactics could save them that day from the cannons of the Corsairs. The Osirus followed the fate of the Mako, and with just the Order gunboat left, Senor Clavius called for the capital ships to stand down. The Corsair bombers and gunboats proceeded to attack the Order gunboat, who, while showin' quite an amount of skill, was still found lackin' against the relentless assault on the ship's hulls. After a brave fight, the Order gunboat also went down, makin' the results of the battle 3-0 in favor of the Corsairs. Congress ships were awed by the Corsair show of might, thanking the brave warriors for keepin' their ships from harm, and efficiently clearin' the battlefield of scrap and droppin' it off at Tripoli shipyard for the Corsair engineers to examine and re-use.
After the exciting battle, Congress returned to the mining fields where the miners that was called on earlier had gathered as well. The Corsair people had also sent a gunboat and two battleships to guard the operation from any further possible attacks as more strange ships, including a talkative but apparently invisble Nomad had made his presence known in the area of the field. A couple of short trips later though word was received from Puerto del Sol that they are crammed to the roof with relics and cannot accept any more. The operation had been a success, and turned out to be quite exciting for more than just the miners and transports. Pleasantries and monies was exchanged between all involved and with well wishes and promises of returning soon, Congress was on their way again back to Puerto Rico, filled to the brim with gifts of Xeno Relics given to them by the miners.
Senor Moya and a member of the Brotherhood escorted Congress back to their jump ship, where calls of 'See ya soon' and 'Hasta la vista' was exchanged as Congress departed. A slight fuel issue later, but this time with functional navigation systems thanks to Corsair engineers fixin' them while we was fillin' up, was quickly resolved and Congress landed back in Puerto Rico safely. All in all I couldn't think of a better way to have spent my time. Congress deeply appreciates the efforts of the Corsair people in hosting us and hopes to be invited back again to Gamma soon. Arrangements of shipments of foods of all kinds are being made for our next trip. I would personally like to thank everyone for their time and effort in helpin' make the operation the success it was. Any kinks and wrinkles will be worked on and sorted out hopefully by the next time, although it did serve it's purpose in giving the evenin' some flavor.
Guncam shots
Rustfully yours
Tex.Mex