[101st] Flight Operations Records

This is a message directed towards all Maltese military personnel.

As of this time, the Gallic force carrying the rather charming name of "The Legion of the Damned" has, after a multitude of trials, earned the honor of becoming the extension of our will in the depraved kingdom of Gallia. They may enter Maltese holdings at will, and are to be treated as second-class citizens so long as they aid in the spread of Cardamine to this dangerous house.

Aid them while they are within our holdings, including the Taus... but do not venture into Gallia yet. We will strike when the house is weakened.

Those are your directives.

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Long-serving Maltese fighter pilot Kiyoko Yamato, as well as Vin Chenzo has earned the right to carry the rank of Wing Commander after surviving many onslaughts and hardships while in service to the nation.

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Junior pilot Eduardo Alfaro has earned the right to call himself a true Lieutenant of the Maltese navy after having proven that he is worthy of the title.

Congratulations.

An extremely uneventful patrol.

A simple survey of the area around Malta, to make sure that no...undesirable elements had decided to set up shop during the later patrols of the previous day. Both fortunately and expectedly, I found no issues to speak of.

Of course, something -always- has to go wrong.

After detecting an anomalous energy outburst within Malta's orbit, I found two pilots, bickering like small children. One of them had, apparently, "tested" their fighter weaponry on the gunship. The gunship pilot, in turn, decided to scrap the fighter.

While I made attempts at moderation, if only to stop the idiocy clogging the local comms bands. I failed, as neither were in a reasonable mood. Being quite annoyed from the experience, I decided to dock.

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Reporting on a rather impressive victory, on our side.

As I broke away from the Maltese orbital docking array, I found that a conflict was occuring between the tattered remnants of several of our secondary fleet planetary defense wings, and at least 8 Corsair capital vessels (an even mix of Legates and Osiris-class warships).

Seeing as several fighters were closing in on me, I decided to simply dive right in.

We first struck at a Legate known as the CNS-Phaeton. It was heavily armored, and it took quite awhile to cripple it. However, after a combined fighter and bomber assault (myself, obviously, included) the thing was rather close to a total collapse. A well-placed antimatter pulse from my vessel sent it's core into a disastrous meltdown, which tore the vessel to bits.

It was at this point that a high-ranking Corsair called out for a retreat, facing the fact that our skilled snubcraft easily outmatched their lumbering behemoths. However, several of their bombers, an Osiris, and a Praetorian foolishly stayed behind. We made short work of the Osiris, prompting the secondary retreat of both the Praetorian and all but two of their bombers.

One of the bombers, perhaps out of ludicrous fear, dove down into Malta's atmosphere, tearing apart his ship as it careened through the atmosphere. No debris was reported as landing. The second was chased off by several fighter pilots.

With that, seeing as we had successfully repelled the Corsairs, I opted to dock.

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-----Incoming Transmission-----
---Comm ID: Adain Erylian---
--Verifying Identity--

---Identity Confirmed---

---Message Commencing---

***Incomming Transmission***

*The transmission begins*

*(Chenzo apeas on screen, beside him stands Dante, a stern look apears across both of their faces)*
*(Chenzo begins to speak)*

*(Chenzo looks towards Dante, who then begins to speak)*

Dante nods, making a quick adjustment to the goggles strapped over his eyes.

Yes...let's see.

Earlier today, while on a rather routine patrol of Maltese Local Space, I detected an anomalous signature on long range scanners. I, as well as Mr. Diego Malasorte, followed it into Omicron-80.

He clears his throat, shifting his shoulders a bit.

As it turns out, this vessel was, in fact a Carrier, in service of the Zoners, known as The.Concordia. It would not respond to any kind of hail, but, did not seem to be much of a threat.

He uneasily pulls out a small data pad, flicking his finger across the touchpad several times, before an image pops up on a large screen, behind them.

The Concordia

It was at this point that I noticed a rather large vessel, on local area scanners.

I'll...let Chenzo explain.

He nods, at Chenzo.