This is going to cover three separate incidents, one from yesterday that Junko already partially covered, another one from yesterday that was just odd and one from today that is absolutely wonderful.

Right, well I had just finished another convoy, the memory of which has since been lost in the haze of the melee that broke out on the deck of the MacGregor, when I received an emergency scramble for bombers as two Gallic Royal Navy gunboats were escorting an IDF train from Dublin, through New London and to the Leeds jump hole. Nearly forgot to mention the two lads who made the report. They were Norman O'Connor, a Freelancer in one of those tiny Renzu scouts and Commissar, who piloted a Sunburst freighter.

Having decoupled from the mass of bodies that littered the deck, I hastily made my way to the other side of the hangar, fired up the Director's lass and made way for Southampton while plotting a quick intercept course. I got word that the scouts were closing in on the vessels and Junko had joined them, but that the train was not stopping. After a short chase, I successfully intercepted it and found that it was carrying POWs to be shoved into labour camps, as well as some mining machinery they would work with. What with the delicate nature of the cargo, my intention was to make the transport drop them and for one of the nearby Shires to safely transport them to New London. However, the Gaul, in its barbaric nature, opened fire on us and attempted to run.

That proved to be most useless for them as we made short work of their ships and had the POWs back in London by dinner. Additionally, we pried the mining equipment they were attempting to smuggle out to Garlicland from their cold froggy wrecks.

Frog #1
Frog #2
POWs
Other contents of Frog #3

Right, then the second incident happened while I was on patrol and I received another report from a Freelancer outside New London that there was a Corsair Battleship named El.Llobregat demanding goods and money from people in Manchester. I coordinated some scouting efforts by Norman O'Connor to inform a small group I had mustered of its movements. We waited for the opportune moment and jumped, shouting battlecries for our beloved Queen. The cannibal, awe struck and terrified by this display of might, quickly powered his jump drive and fled. Last contact spotted him in Stuttgart.


I just want it stated for the record that I was most certainly not afraid to go to Rheinland on my own, that Blackwood indeed rammed me, and that Princess seemed to be most pleased by my tour through Kusari. I even had to show her the way a few times! The race was good fun indeed, a nice opportunity to show some company spirit and let the lady win - I nearly had her there, at the start of the race even with my bomber I was in the lead.

That out of the way, let me get to the events of today. During a routine maintenance check, I caught wind of an emergency scramble for bombers by the BAF|HMS-Harbinger, one of our fine "Invincible" class Carriers. Turns out, it was being bombarded by hallucinations and all the things Nomads usually do - oh and yes, there was a big bloody jellyfish right above Southampton Shipyard. I don't know if I can adequately describe how humongous it was, but I will let the picture tell the tale.

As is clockwork in these encounters, the Harbinger's captain started acting strangely and gave into the hallucinations, but one of the chief officers managed to issue orders and maintain crew efficiency. The jelly, displeased at actions of sane humans, decided it's had enough and it would destroy the carrier.

As if. After a prolonged chase and a daring battle where our own BES Sassoon fell, I landed the killing blow on the jelly in the name of Carina.

The Teutonic Beauty

It really was not a big deal, bugger only barely managed to drop my shields once before I fed it missiles.

Carina, Regina, Imperatrix.