Incoming Transmission
Decoding Encryption...
Callsign Identified: The Watchman
I think I speak for the Voice when I say that the start of our good fight is progressing as well as could be expected. Yes, some of our pilots are a little rusty or inexperienced, but that is simply because we are civilians by nature. My brothers, welcome to the fight.
First night out was relatively successful. The Reverend and I managed to find at least one pilot willing to join our cause, and as we were returning to the Station came across a filthy Cardamine peddler, who began shooting at us when we requested he change his ways. After a lengthy engagement, the Reverend had his ship misplaced by a gunship who turned up later. However, I was able to finish off the peddler and escape.
|::Incoming Transmission::|
|::Com ID: The Flagcarrier::|
|::To: The People::|
|::Opening Transmission::|
Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
Me and my fellow people of Liberty, The Watchman and the Lawyer, recieved a distress call. Outcasts, invading California again, two Gunships and two fighters. I met with the Lawyer at Westpoint, and the Watchman rendezvoused with us in California.
We headed down the lane as a lone policeman of the Liberty Police Incorprated was destroyed by these four criminals. That was enough to move us in to action. The Watchman ordered the Outcasts to leave Liberty, they refused, and so we engaged. The battle was swift, with the Outcast Shadow recieving a finishing blow from the Watchman. Soon after, my own weapons destroyed the Outcast Sajuuk.
The Watchman eventually destroyed the Sabre, and the Ravens Talon fled into the asteroid field before the battle ended. A cowardly act not surprising from an Outcast to abandon their friends in a time of need. I read the fallen their last rites, and then we, the people returned to base to lick our minor wounds. Now, I must get to work, carving another notch in the wing of my Roc.
May God have mercy on you, forgive you
and grant you everlasting life.
Amen.
Tonight we went to New York.
We encountered potential slavers. Nothing came of it.
Phantoms were in system. Nothing came of it.
We gave passionate speeches. The populace did not desire a medical lesson.
We turned the owner of a whoreship into another Voice of the People, now The Pinnacle.
We encountered an Outcast "slave" and pursued it.
We talked with it after it stopped near to Philadelphia Station.
It seemed favourably disposed to our cause. It also seemed unable to join us because of an external device that controlled it. I gained some insight as to what this device was. The slave's ship then hit a planet. The escape pod left.
The slave had shot down some LPI pilots.
I returned to New York to transfer them and two other pilots to the authorities.
I went back to Bethlehem.
I got drunk by accident.