Ehm, is this thing workin'? I reckon' it is... Jimmy here, or as ya'll know me, Cadet James Rustler, reportin' as orderered! I done got told by the big guy on the Des Moines that I oughta' shoot off a comm once I done my cadet trainin'. So, here's the chrono-meter readin' ta' prove it!

Since I got my wings, I done a patrol with the Des Moines after the CO rustled up a coupla' the boys, n' I blasted a Rogue too! Just like old times flyin' with the guys from Nome!

With the reports of a massive gathering of criminal forces in New York and California, I've scrambled from my post in West Point. Soon, on the lanes from Manhattan to Fort Bush, I've come accross two criminals cutting the lanes.

The criminals refused my repeated commands to disable their weapons and cut their engines to zero. Not only that, one of them even started to indecently expose herself.

Not impressed, I've decided to forcefully remove their threat on the lanes from existence. With the help of a mercenary who was in the scene as well, the engagement started, soon to end in victory. I've allowed the mercenary to reap the rewards for her valuable help.


Afterwards, Admiral Rohj Teerin took me on a tour beyond Texas. I was informed of the current battlegrounds and our frontier systems as well as the embargo on Rheinland. It was my first time flying through many of those systems, including Hamburg, New Hampshire and Alaska.

Once our flight was over by Missouri, I was bumped by something invisible and buzzing. I immediately knew that it was a cloaking ship and I informed the naval pilots in close proximity of its existence.

Not only it refused my commands to disengage its cloaking device, I was even threatened by its pilot and was told to crush a can on my head, which I, of course, did not do. Once it was out of batteries and out of cloak, with the help of a secondary fleet core pilot we caught it.

The caught pilot started to threaten again, told us that he'd call his friends unless we crush a can on our heads. Of course we would have no idea what kind of friends these would be. But immediately a fleet of battleship sized nomads appeared and started to shoot us from all directions. One of their cannons spat on my shield and another was a close call.


I counted at least 10 nomads there, but I had promised Admiral Teerin sir that I'd not be afraid of the nomads next time we meet them, so I infomed the unknown gunship that the Liberty Navy would not give up no matter what. While we were dodging purple cannon fire and trying to gather up our forces, we were told to bring a can to crush on our heads next time... Immediately the nomad battleships and the unknown gunship disappeared from our sight.

Before we had enough time to try to make sense of this, there were renewed reports of another gathering of ragtag pirates and criminals in New York. I could isolate one of the outcasts of that group and could engage in a one on one fight... It was very close but it was my ship that gave up first in the end.

I am fine though. A very eventful first patrol.

I've concluded the required 4 hours of flight time in the first fleet with my Guardian. Here is the proof:

Initial Flight Time - Current Flight Time