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Allright meine Herren,

enough of this quarrel. This frequency was set up to forward brief reports, not for having
small talks. I suggest you sort this out in "New Hope Bar". If I witness that you abuse
this frequency one more time, your next assignments will be the cleaning service on Icarus.

So, shut the hell up. Both of you.

And, Agent Kernor, you are sounding like ein nomad worshipper. This is highly disturbing
to say the least.
So, how about you take your fighter, travel to Omicron Minor and then when
you have reached the remains of Toledo and those who were once among our
ranks, consider what kind of evil those nomads can be for mankind?

And before I forget: This is not ein plea, this is ein godverdamned order!

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#5 here.

Well, I heard someone had released #9, that old bi...ah, annoy..ah wait...what was
I supposed to call her again? Ah, yeah, agent.
Okay, so, someone thought it would be a good idea to release #9 from her padded
cell and me taking care of it...Ah well.

Okay, so some other agents joined our fun ride through the southern Omicrons.
And as we came near Livadia, I tried to trade #9 for a toaster. Thus she would have
had at least a little purpose to us. Ah well, seems like too many know about her,
because no one was even interested. Damn.
As Omicron and Constantine from the primary foo...ah, fleet got bored, we payed
Omicron Alpha a little visit and say "hello" to the Outcasts.
Seems like they did not like us and welcomed us with fire.

#9's Onuris got trashed, as well as 2 additional fighters during that fight.
Don't worry, we made the Outcasts pay for that, too, but in the end we had to retreat
to Taus and guess what? A big nomad cruiser shows up. Ah. with the help of the
Miners we made sushi out of it.
After this, I headed home, with #9 ranting all around in my cargo hold.
Damnit, I should have thrown her escape pod into the next sun...
And if I am not allowed to do that, I will use duct tape!

* * * * *

After I took a break, I was called to assist in getting an ALG pilot out of Iota.
Yep, ladies, you heard right. ALG. Those little Rheinland trash dumpers.
I can only assume they either sent out that guy to look for new places where to
get rid of their toxic waste, or they wanted to get rid of that pilot. I don't know.
Result: We could not find that annoying Strudel-eater, I think he is already dead by now.

* *

That would be all about yesterday. Now excuse me, I'd like to have a...meeting
with McNab that tasty chick.

Yet again,

I am here to save Ensign Vlado's life. I decided to take my time, and effort to travel down to New York to see what he was upto. Again. As per normal, he was Causing the usual trouble. Terrorising the local navy here and there. SO yeah, he was doing fine. I decided to find the nearest Junker base to set up for the night so that i could get some sleep. After sleeping at the junker base, i decided to get up early and travel to the System of Alaska to get home. I thought that it would be quiet in Alaska because, as we know, people like their sleep. It was very quite intill i saw a Liberty Carrier

*Hannah Wipes her head because she still has a small bit of bloody down her head*

This Carrier was named LNS-Mt.Wyatt. I found him, and he started to question me, about why am i in Alaska and why am i down in Liberty. I simply said that i was finding a Friend, yes, Vlado went mission again. After a while of him accusing me and Threatening me, i saw that he had Several Order Pilots In his cargo hold. This enraged me. I demanded them from him, so that i could take them home but all i got from him was that 'He was following Regulations'. Bull Crap! SO i had to try and Free him. I fired everything i had at the carrier, Nova Torpedo's, My anti matter cannon and even my EMP Cannons. After 10 Minuites of me throwing torpedo's at the Carrier, i had to leave. I took far to much Damage, yet so did the Carrier.

*Hannah wipes her head, yet again*

I had to run to the Omicron Minor Jump hole as fast as i could. I had to leave those Agents behind because i was not powerful enough. I was foolish to try and take it on, but i did. I ran and i ran. Everything started to fail. First my Navigation systems went. I had to get out by my own recognission of Alaska, Omicron Minor and Omicron Zeta. My Communication Channel started to flicker. Not everything i said was heard. I had wires all over the cockpit. There was a Fuel Leak and my Oxygen levels were low! I soon came into Contact with Captain Forlorn d'Autoine. He Ordered me to Planet Akabat. I could not reach it there so i had to re-divert to Phoenix Space Port

*Hannah Takes a small sip of water*

At Phoenix Space Port I meet two, very friendly Phoenix Zoners who helped me out and they also repaired my ship. I owe these guys a drink or two. Their names, well they have flown out of my head. I honestly cant remember those names. It must of been the knock to my head i received. After, both me and Captain Forlorn d'Autoine travelled back to Omicron Mu, Planet Akabat I am currently laying in my bed now, recovering from today's events. Thanks to Vlado, all of this has happened. I almost died thanks to him! Oh well, you cant change the past now.