Patrol #1

As mentioned, I've yet again stumbled across an even larger stash of cardamine today. Smuggler's ID was "Rosa.Bianca". Have yet to see this particular pilot smuggling, but I suppose there's a first for everything. Then again, at the amount she was hauling, I hardly think this was her first rodeo.



I ran into Mrs. Bianca flying a Titanic Heavy Tanker in the Texas system, flying undetected right past the Battleship Mississippi. I immediately gave pursuit, and followed her into the North Dallas Debris field where I was assisted by Recruit Mark Lin. I thought our criminal was going to make a break for Beaumont Base, but this was not to be the case. This would almost have been preferable at that point, since Recruit Lin and myself were unable to inflict significant damage to her shields, much less her hull.



Mrs. Bianca made a break through the Texas anomaly, and we quickly found ourselves in the always wonderful environment of... the Badlands. Making our best efforts to continue the chase, but also raising our guard, we flew through some of the deepest parts of the badlands. Fortunately, we received backup from a nearby Liberty Assault Battlecruiser--the LNS-Douglas, but due to the conditions in the badlands, he was hesitant to engage the smuggler. A naval flyer from the Mississippi also made his way to aid in our cause--a certain LN-Timothy.Rogers showed up right in time... out of nowhere, I checked my 3 o'clock to see a lone source of light in that thick cloud--the implosion of Recruit Lin's fightercraft.

Fortunately, the Douglas being in the area, I'm told Recruit Lin is in pristine condition. His craft, another story.

Nonetheless, the rest of our flight gave pursuit back through Texas, where again our suspect made a break for what appeared to be Beaumont base.



Indeed, this time she was to escape under the protection of the Junkers. If you want my opinion of Junkers, you'll have to buy me a drink sometime. I was, however, happy to end what I considered a largely unsuccessful patrol, with the exception of preventing these destructive substances from reaching highly populated Liberty planets, where demand is no doubt increasing. This concludes Patrol #1.

Patrol #2

For this second entry, I only wish to make brief mention of a Border Worlds Freighter that we encountered near the Academy in New York. The pilot, who referred to himself continuously as "turkey_dinner_mk3_toast" (...I don't know, I'm stumped too), was blabbering on about "ncps" or something of the like. He then quite literally took to flying in nonsensical circles on the edge of the badlands. I could already tell this was going to be an eventful encounter.



The encounter, however, turned out to be less than eventful, as we ran the Outcast out through the Texas jump hole, and once again found ourselves pursuing a criminal through the North Texas Debris Field.

I called the flight off as the sight of the Pequena and Grande Negras grew larger and larger in my cockpit. Terrifying thought. If the outcast wanted to fly there, so be it.. I wasn't about to go near them.