Now, where to start from. This weird day started 2, maybe 3 days ago
when ma hermano Machete contacted me and asked me to came along with him to visit some las niñas on Cadiz.
Of course i went with him, jumped in there where
was some party, lots of tequila, lots of beautifull hermanas *sighs*, it was just wonderful *grins*.
Then, in the middle of the night, when everything was ended,
Tribune Werss jumped into ma room, woke me up, threw ma chiquita out of bed.
He said angrily to got the hell out of the bed, that the party was over, and that we had a job to do.
Of course, i said to my hermano that everything was fine and that was time to had some fun. *Smiles*.
We all met in hangar deck where were Tribune Werss with Machete and Trujillo amigos
alongside with some volunteers (Sara Castro, Siera Madre and Rogue Un.Pedro Sabas).
Werss told us that there was a rumour that Outcast were planning something with Hispania sleeper ship
and that we were ordered to investigate that rumour.
Our patrol started from Cadiz Base, we passed trought Rheinland and Sigmas.
We didn't find big resistance, only we found were some smugglers gringos
who were being investigeted about who they were transporting the goods to, and who they worked for.
When we were reaching Hispania, we didn't find any Outcast, which was very strange to us,
but we had enought time to thoroughly look into everything in order to determine if anything had been changed on Hispania.
With special scanners that were mounted on Werss's ship we established that nothing had been changed on Hispania
and that the claims were not truth.
After that when we were preparing to head back home,
two Outcast battleships alongside with some snubs appeared from nowhere.
We suffered big resistance so we were forced to pull back to Omicron Beta and Sigma 19.
When we were reaching Sigma 19 we received a message form two captains of ECG Legate Dreadnoughts
who were patroling in Omicron Theta that they were ready to help us if help was needed in Sigma 19.
With their help lots of Outcast ships were easily eliminated
but the rest of them fled to the place where they probably came from *grins*.
In the middle of the fight my Praetorian was heavily damaged
so I had to pull back to Omicron Eta, Etna Base, in order to repair my ship.
While engineers were repairing my ship the fight was over.
While my amigos were heading back home they sent me visual message:
When my ship was fully repaired I set course to Casablanca Base
in order to visit my friend and to celebrate the victory too.
As soon as I arrived I ordered tequila. But one gringo said this:
Man, that made me really angry, really, really angry !
In all that mess I took out my old double berrel shotgun without intention to shoot,
but I fired by mistake into the window of the space Station.
Luckily, the glass was thick enought and protective walls were activated immediately.
I managed to calm down in all that mess and I forced bartender to took out their last bottle of tequila *grins*.
After that ma hermanos and hermanas from the patrol came to Casablanca
and we all were celebrating our sucessfull patrol.
My first day in the ranks of the Brotherhood and after some initial problems (the mechanics forgot to put my ID transponder in) I participated in some fighting that led us to Freeport 5. Now... I have not been allowed to fight outside of Gamma before, but I have of course read about all the trouble. So... when I for the first time saw it in reality, I remembered all these warning. And... hm. See yourself.
Not only did that el bastardo Hunter run to it twice, but also Mandalorian Mercs and Rorry's Renegades suddenly "appeared"... almost magically, or not magically but via a docking bay of the Freeport?
Judge yourself, as the pictures were hectic and the fighting a little chaotic.
From: Pablo''Zorba''Escobar, Planet Crete Bar, Omicron Gamma
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------ Subject: Omicron Gamma Patrol and Defense------
Hola Amigos!
It was a really quiet day when I started my daily routine patrol but it all changed after a few moments. I was flying through Gredos Nebula when I finally saw an action. I saw our hermanos buidling a new defense system. Our new base is called Puerto Del Sol. I am really proud of all engineers that worked on this system.
After few hours an Artifical Intelligence Drone appeared and assaulted Corsairs in our home system Omicron Gamma. As soon as the communication channel was flooded with reports about this vessel and its vicious assault, the defense squad of Corsairs were determined to eliminate this emotionless entity. We attacked this thing with all our firepower and we fought bravely. The AI seemed to be defendless but then it engaged cloaking device and disspeared. It didn't try to get to Omicron Gamma since that again. We can consider this as a small victory but this doesn't satisfy blood of Cosairs.
At the end of a day I beheld few Bretonia Transports trying to fly through our teritory and transport their cargo. I decided to let them live on ONE condition - they had to give me a little compensation: Platinum and Super Alloy became a property of Imperio del Corsario.
Former Official Member: Alliance),[TBH],XA,Ageira~ [AFA],Ageira|, Aoi Iseijin,=LSF=, [UC],[RM],[OPG]
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From: Pablo''Zorba''Escobar, Planet Crete Bar, Omicron Gamma
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------ Subject: Bretonia Raid------
Hola Hermanos!
I am here to do little paperwork, I don't have time right now as the fiesta on Crete starts right now so I will make it short. I will report about our brutal raid to our rival Bretonia. It was really vicious attack, we gathered our all man power at Tripoli Shipyard in our home system Omicron Gamma. All Corsairs who were around joint us. There were Corsairs from Brotherhood, Benitez Family and Sails. When everyone arrived we went right to Bretonia. Every Corsair was bloodthirsty and ready to strike.
We made it to the heart of Bretonia without any significant problem. We conquered Leeds and declared it as a temporary Corsairs teritory as no one was able to stop us. We were controling the traffic of whole Bretonia.
After that we got assaulted by Kusarian Exiles. I don't know what they were thinking. *evil laugh* They ended up same as poor Mollys. We were beaten and destroyed.
Meanwhile we were getting 'donations' from Transports and Traders passing by.
Visual Data: Number 6
We dominated Bretonia. Everyone who stood in our way was eliminated and at the end of the day we went back to the Imperio Del Corsairio victoriously. Once again we showed who runs things around. I am certain that there will be another victory like this pretty soon but I understand we have to focus on our own teritory now as we have a lot of work to do.
See you around and long live the Corsairs, long live Imperio Del Corsario!
Former Official Member: Alliance),[TBH],XA,Ageira~ [AFA],Ageira|, Aoi Iseijin,=LSF=, [UC],[RM],[OPG]
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Bablo Ximanez reporting in, i'm arrived to the Prox and waiting commands to serve the Brotherhood.
Long live the Corsairs!
I am not a native English Speaker, so i make grammar errors.
But it annoys me when people make silly comments about that... especially brits who for the most part can't speak their own language let alone anyone elses!
Hola amigos, This is Decurion Machete reporting in.
A few days ago Flipado and me met señor Minotauro Gomez , while having a drink in a bar on Skiros.
Señor Gomez told us he is a businesshombre , mainly dealing with Junkers in a far away place called Rochester.
He asked for the Brotherhoods assistance, escorting a large shipment of artifacts on the way there , and food and weapons on the way back.
The quantity of goods was too large for his Raba alone , he also mentioned the route was very dangerous.
Hungry for adventure and well.... food , without a moment of doubt we agreed!
We've pulled straws on who'd have to pilot the ''Carro.de.Compras'' and Flipado drew the shortest one.
I could stay within the comfort zone of my trusted Titan.
We then called upon señor Limon who's Praetorian ''Tierra.Misteriosa''
along with his gunner joined along as our secondary escort wingman.
After a few hours waiting till señor Gomez's employees completed loading the goods aboard our freighter,
we were set to go.
The first hours of travel went smooth,
using Carro's slipstream we moved at a incredibly fast pace , leaving the empires borders behind us swiftly.
We silently moved ''north'' through Order space ,
closing in to the edge of our navmaps. Flying in close formation , we now had to rely totally on Gomez's navigational knowledge.
Hours passed as we zig zagged through asteroid fields avoiding radiation and ion storm fields
this far edge of space seemed forgotten by the great creator ,
a place so deserted not even muerte roamed around there...
It was good señor Gomez advised us to pack sufficient supplies,
as we were getting quite hungry and thirsty.
Flipado's begging to hold a siesta had to be ignored,
for one might never wake up after closing an eye in the depts of infinity.
Señor Limon started chanting songs of ancient elders , and we all sang along.
Now and then señor Gomez would point out interesting anomalies
and told us anecdotes of previous tours he made.
It was sufficient to keep our morale high enough.
At a certain moment we spotted a gigantic nomchacho.
It could well have been the biggest calamaro I've ever seen!
The spirit creature floated at a safe distance of us though
so we decided to leave the deepblue sleeping giant undisturbed.
About two hours later our sensors picked up a jumphole.
We cut down our engines , had a quick meal
meanwhile Limon and I tanked up our ships on H-fuel señor Gomez brought along for the trip.
The jumphole would lead to a place Gomez called ''Alaska''
and according to him it was one of the most dangerous parts on the journey.
Limon and me jumped first.
Our scanners showed a small planet nearby , but no lifeforms in range.
We gave the all clear signal , so Gomez and Flipado followed.
Gomez gave us a heading towards the next jumphole, and Limon and I decided to scout a bit ahead so we could warn the others in advance if we would encounter resistance.
We were flying approximately 10 clicks ahead when Flipado warned us they had a number of red echo's closing in on them from above.
We turned our ships instantly to rendezvous and protect our hermanos and the merchandise.
We arrived just in time to see twelve unmarked fighters of a type I've never seen before
and they were engaging Gomez's Raba.
They were shouting in some inferiour barbaric language I didn't understand,
though I've later heard it was Libertonian.
Gomez did not take time to invite them for a cerveca though and instructed his crewmembers to open fire.
And so we all did the thing we love most, and left a trail of debris and carbonised bodyparts behind us!
With no casualties on our side , we decided to press on quickly towards the next waypoint.
Arriving there we discovered a jump gate similar to the ones found in Bretonia , Kusari and Rheinland.
There was no time to waste as we caught the echo of a very large vessel, possibly of the carrier class, closing in on our position.
On the other side of the Jumpgate a massive fortification was constructed
covering a small gap in a huge minefield!
We did not have time to think and kicked down our afterburners storming through a cloud of lasers and projectiles!
It's turrets threw everything they had at us.
Flipado even mentioned seeing a dead cow being hurled his way though one could attribute this to his smoking habits.
After some courageous moments while asking santa muerte for help we managed to dodge the enemy fire and slip through the minefield without any casualties!
While avoiding any sensor echo's we then made way to the place called Rochester following señor Gomez who knew the exact coordinates!
This system , New York (you might have heard about it in the legend of Madre and Pacheto, sadly we met none of the legendary ''Liberty-Rangers'') was a strange place.
I could hear many people talking in a strange barbaric language I was unfamiliar with.
According to Gomez these people were actually selling weapons in space, that they transfer from ship to ship.
Even stranger , they do not call these weapons ''Coladas'' but ''Codenames''....
We passed a planet about 40 clicks above it's north pole surface,
that from a distance looked lush and green around it's equator , though with heavy signs of urbanisation.
There were countless echo's of small and large vessels there , and we did our best to sneak past unnoticed.
About 50 clicks behind that planet we arrived at the Station of Rochester.
Me and the other soldatos did not went further than the docking bay that was filled with many different people, I believe I even spotted a Maltese or two doing business there though I cannot be certain.
Most of the Junkers themselves were pretty fat and looked delicious.
One tried to hold a conversation with me , but I did not understand his words and pointed to señor Gomez who then seemed to strike a deal with him.
After a short while our ships were loaded with H-fuel and supplies for the way back home.
We decided to take a different route home , this time via Bretonia.
Señor Gomez claimed to know a jumphole that enabled us to avoid those nasty unmarked fighters.
And so we left Rochester and those strange Libertonians behind us.
I think el Presidente should seriously consider sending some aid in the form of Hispanic language teachers there , It must be so much easier for these people to have a proper form of communication.
For a place void of significant civilisation , it is a miraculous place indeed.
We moved through another Jumpgate , passing a system wearing the lovely name of California, and then on to Magallan.
Here señor Gomez showed us a route back to more familiar territory.
The Bretonian system of leeds.
Moving through the clouds we refueled whilst in formation,
and spent half a day in returning home via our well known routes.
It was great to return home, to be back in the civilised world!
But this adventure has made look forward to the next adventure , and I cannot wait to be sent to another long range mission.
I have told señor Gomez to declare his delivery at the Department of goods liberation and trade so he can strike up a nice bonus for his good business.
If his courage runs in his family a Brotherhood career for one of his relatives would not be a bad choice.
I have learned that a merchant is not something to look down upon by definition, these hermanos and hermanas do courageous deeds that benefit our empire.
And for now , I cannot keep this chica waiting!
I was informed by Cadiz patrols small group of six Reapers of Sirius [RoS] was passing by, so I decided to take a look, worried by recent dissappearance of Mia Rivera. I've managed to locate four of them between Omega-55 and Omega-7 jumpholes. Reapers were talking with Order carrier Anette. I've requested some backup, which slowly were incoming. Meanwhile, I've noticed Rivera defected to Reapers of Sirius and decided punishing traitor is important enough to start fight right away. The first one of backup to join me was Yunque, later also Break[TBH], Arcelia.Chavez[TBH], Ronaldo Benitez, Anso Benitez, Sonny, Carlos Junqueira and mercenary Hell Song (whom I paid 1,500,000 for his services). As Yunque joined me, I've engaged Reapers. Unfortunately at first we were hit by ion storms, but later those passed, luckily.
We have suffered no casualities, while all 6 Reapers, including our former sister, were shot down.
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** CONNECTION ESTABLISHED **
Arcelia here, and I am still alive and unharmed. It's a little miracle given what happened today.
Early today, I was scanning Gamma and was contacted about Khara Nomad Irras destroying Corsair ships near Skiros. I launched and we took out two of their large ships.
Inquiring about the contact, I heard rumors of massive Nomad presence and attacks against Zoner satelites and also Zoner ships near Freeports.
I gathered a small scout group, consisting of 3 Brotherhood vessels.
We spotted the first small group in Zeta, and they were not careful and stayed away but engaged us straight away once we closed in. We did not expect that this is just a little fighting group.
We soon found our group split and we lost two ships. I picked up the pods and joined an Order operatives wing that was passing. We took out a few before the Order wing was torn apart by superior numbers. I had to retreat to Freeport 11.
I launched again, 30 minutes later and went in again. Again my wing was destroyed by insane numbers. At the peak, we were shot at by 15 alien ships, mostly small ones. We bit out their bombers, but they damaged or destroyed all our big warships. The fighters were scattered and many did not make it back. I did.
After a short break, we scrambled a large number and attacked again. This time, we managed to clear Delta, Zeta and advanced till the heavily defended Iota hole.
The enemy was beaten back, in bloody, about 4h long fighting. Corsair warships were the backbone of this attack and Corsair Titans were proudly spearheading the strike.
The TBH managed to take out a number of enemies and assisted in countless others. I think I saw 20 Nomads explode, and likely the same number of allies.
I returned to Freeport 11, my Titan shot up badly but flying. It needs a thorough overhaul and the Zoners were very thankful hosts after we pushed the aliens frm their front door.
Seeing their numbers and their aggressivity, I am pretty sure we will not have seen then the last time.
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Arcelia here and we did some extensive reconnaissance and also fighting missions today.
In the 1st mission we went to Zeta, then jumped into a system named Iota and got assaulted by huge masses. We retreated with some losses. I tractored a TBH comrade and took him to the Freeport. After that, I joined up with some disgruntled Omicorner people who wanted to repay them. Some Corsairs joined in as well. We downed two alien bomber-sized craft.
In the 2nd mission we were following Nomad signals through Delta, Kappa and when we saw them jump to Omicron 74, we headed there, too. My nav charts did not even know the hole, nor the system. We followed and jumped into a trap.
Two TBH Titans held against about 10 enemies until more friendlies arrived. A Zoner space station destroyed a significant number of these alien ships after the aliens had taken out a Zoner warship next to it. Some more maneuvered too close to the Planet's atmosphere and were swallowed. Some were shot down by us. I lost count. In the end, there were no hostiles around any more, but we were.
We were contacted by the Zoners and were informed that this was a Guard system that we helped to defend. I am linking the conversation.
Good luck out there.
And if you find Gamma patrols boring and yearn for action, come to Delta. I tell you, it's where we should have eyes, ears and guns.
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** CONNECTION ESTABLISHED **
After a week of vacation on Crete, I restarted reconnaisance missions in Omicron Delta again. Pretty soon after launch I was hailed and explosion detection systems showed fighting. I investigated and found a wounded K'Hara Adad bomber. It managed to run away, but a friendly Order named Mr. Took disrupted it. We fried what was left of it.
Another wounded K'hara vessel made it to Iota before we could intercept it, but when my Brotherhood wingman Break was already turning around, he was able to intercept another Nomad that tried to move back to Iota. Break took him out really fast.
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