' Wrote:hi man, please can you explain us why you hate AeG's pilots?
thanks, bye
Our human resource department had done a background check on all the officers of your vessels and found you somewhat of a liability for the security of our convoys.
Kind Regards,
Richard Farbridge
Division director of security and exploration
There used to be pictures here
once known as Richard Farbridge, OBE and Ronaldo Benitez
Well, today has been fairly eventful to say the least. I started my run by picking up a shipment of H Fuel from our reserves on New London and taking it out to Graves Station in Dublin, where they use the stuff to keep their security contingent in space and the turrets swatting attackers down. Once I arrived, we exchanged the load for a shipment of Gold and proceeded back to New London for the long haul to Rhienland.
As I passed Planet New London, none other than Mr. Richard Farbridge himself emerged from the swirling rain clouds! Together we proceeded to head down through Cambridge, Omega 3 and Omega 7 without incident. In Stuttgart I got a message from the captain of the tradeship Dodgeball. We'd flown with him on a previous convoy and knew he was a rather nice fellow and a jolly good pilot, so we decided to meet up at New Berlin and get a proper convoy going!
Once we reached the Planet, we sent the Gold heading towards the manufactories, where it'll be turned into something industrious, no doubt, and picked up some Luxury Consumer Goods, ready to supply the pleasure planet Baden Baden. I also cracked out my musical talents and treated the system to a verse of 'Rule Bretonia', which went something alike this:
"Rule Bretonia, Bretonia rules the waves;
We shall never, never, never smuggle slaves!"
According to some rather scandalous rumours I've heard however, the second line doesn't particularly apply to the IND! Of course, I never said this, because if I did, the IND legal team would have a field day.
Only after my performance the plot did thicken! A pilot was making rather odd broadcasts, talking about some rather abstract concepts too! As we arrived at the Stuttgart jump gate, we bumped into said pilot, who was a Hessian piloting a Wraith. He the called us 'Darknames', or 'matterbeings' - something ridiculous like that. Either way, he was being rather threatening, so being the hero that he truly is, Richard stepped in to intervene, and dispatched the pilot swiftly with the professional application of a torpedo.
We then proceeded to Baden Baden, and moved some minor supplies to the Border Station and then onto Solaris where we picked up a rather valuable shipment of Diamonds! From there, Omega 11, we took the 'Back Road' and made our way to Leeds, where we dropped off the Diamonds and picked up some Optronics bound for New London again. Only as the convoy departed, two hostiles appeared on radar - one of those MR fellows and some Corsair scoundrel. Me and Dogeball hastily departed, with Richard bringing up the rear, while a Bounty Hunter engaged the Molly and got a rapid kill.
After that there wasn't particularly much going on, save for some light banter with a TAZ fellow regarding an 'invisible unicorn'. After that we unloaded our goods and I settled down to write my reports and deal with any other remaining paperwork (and there is a size able amount of the stuff, I can tell you!)
Well, not much else to tell. Apart from the fact Tiddles the ship's cat has got suck behind the Nav-Consol again that is!
Right, set off from Liberty today, after dropping a load of Luxury Food off at Planet Denver the previous night. We were about to head back to Manhattan when some sales rep from Ageria contacted me to say that a transport they were going to use to haul some Gate Components to the BMM construction site in Tau 23 had broken down - some sort of engine failure. Because of that they asked if I could run the load for them so they'd keep up with their quota. I filled out some security forms and paid a deposit, then set off.
Richard met me in Cortez after flying down from Leeds, and then we headed back up through Bretonia to reach the Taus, dodge the yellow dogs that daily assault us from Kusari and finally drop the goods off. I was jolly well relieved when we arrived - without any damage at that.
We picked up a shipment of Beryllium and then headed back down through Bretonia (Cambridge this time) to drop the stuff off in Rhienland. The journey through the Omegas was uneventful; dull even. However, once we reached New Berlin things livened up.
Me and Richard put our musical talents to use once more to cheer up the beleaguered defenders of New Berlin, who seemed to be rather under the weather, with all the Hessian invaders and what-not. I do believe we sang another verse of 'Rule Bretonia', then treated them to a short snippet of 'God Save the Queen'. Despite our good intentions, the local Fed' HQ ship seemed to have a problem, saying he had "officers sleeping onboard". Richard then raised the jolly good question of, "Who plugs sleeping officers into system communication frequencies?" Inhumane I tell you! They must never get a good night's sleep!
Either way, I struck up another song as we left the system, much to the consternation of the Control Ship who then scrambled all my outgoing comms. Rather uncalled for I thought.
Either way, things were rather dull again until we hit Omega 7, where all manner of debris had been scattered across the space in front of the trade lane. Richard took a quick scan, and found no less than six(!) completely undamaged Transport Turret Mk 4s! We managed to sell one of the turrets to a trader in Omega 3, but the rest have yet to find a home. We stored them on the Henry VIII.
Well that's that. Oh, actually no it isn't; just a quick update on Tiddles - he's hidden somewhere in the engineering decks. I do rather believe it's because the Navigator, John, has been feeding him Catnip... Well, now that is all.
Well folks, my first trade run as an official employee of Bowex was rather eventful to be honest. I began the day by making myself known to the captains of both the Bowex)Stephenson and Bowex)Wheatstone, both of whom I found to be highly likeable chaps. Unfortunately the Wheatstone had to depart early but myself and the Stephenson soon arranged some business out of New London, transporting some very fine gourmet food courtesy of Theakston Catering Supplies.
We began our run to Manhattan, which for the most part was rather routine until we approached the New York jumpgate in California. It was at this point that I was ambushed by a rogue gunboat. The Stephenson, who was further behind, fortunately managed to avoid this mishap.
Regretably, seeing no avenue of escape I was forced to submit to the fiend's extortion and then continue on my way. Upon arriving at Manhattan we offloaded our food to the central distribution warehouse. It was at this point that I was contacted via neural net by Gunderson Business Travel, who were trying to arrange passage to Rheinland for some rather irate customers of theirs who's original transport was having some technical difficulties on the launch-pad.
Being the kind soul I am, I consented to transport them (at a ludicrous price of course, haha), with the Stephenson uplifting the 2nd party. We continued on to New Berlin with no problems whatsoever. (Well, if you dont count pushy businessmen complaining about the unpadded seats and the funny smell in the Lavatory.. Sigh..)
At New Berlin I met my good friend Rolf Kirtzinger who kindly presented us with a very substantial shipment of really superb Rheinland-engineered engine components he required to be shipped to Cambridge. Naturally we obliged and soon had them stowed away and ship-shape before taking off and cruising out of New Berlin and into Stuttgart, with myself as convoy leader.
Our run through Stuttgart and Omega-7 was rather mundane, with nothing to do except admire the scenery. It was upon our arrival in Omega-3 that things got interesting..
Our long-range scanners immediately detected a corsair vessel, at some point on the tradelane between the jumpgate and the ice-field. Knowing his rough location I led us out into open space and arced across the top of the Omega-3 star at full cruising speed. Upon reaching the other side we made for the Cambridge jumphole, hoping to emerge undetected.
What we emerged into was a rather large engagement between several of our magnificient BAF pilots and a Phantom terrorist. Those brave lads held the monster at bay while the Stephenson and I made our escape to the tradelane, and then finally to Planet Cambridge itself. Truly we owe our lives to Her Majesty's finest.
I'm sure you will agree it made for an excellent first outing with the other Bowex lads and I look forward to flying with them again very soon.
Safe flying,
Bob Barker, Master of the Bowex)Collingwood.
PS - I hear the bar on Glasgow is hosting a pub quiz a week on tuesday, anyone fancy getting a team together??
Right, well firstly the Bramall is dry docked on Scarborough for the duration while it undergoes refits and inspection. Basically this means I'll be behind a desk for a short while, rather than out and about with you fellows. Still, at least I can tackle the paper backlog, eh?
Now for more pressing matters! Mr. Barker, it is jolly good to hear that you're settling in! Good to hear you're already getting to know some of our captains as well. And as is tradition, I'm going to offer you a ship's cat. They are terrible lucky things doncha' know?
My first Ship's Cat was Felix, who unfortunately passed away some years ago after falling into the ship's reactor. A not-so lucky mascot I do believe. His son Tiddles stalks the cargo holds to this day. Unfortunately upon returning to my New London apartment several months ago, I was greeted by a litter of kittens a... Caring, shall I say, neighbor had dropped off due to the fact their parentage was that of said neighbor's female feline and our very own Tiddles. Needless to say, Tiddles had a trip to the vet.
Anyway, I have a whole heap of Ship's Cats running around the Bramall and getting under engineers feet. If you (or any of you other fellows) would want one you're most welcome.
[Comm ID] Captain John Harrington commanding Tradeship Bowex)Stephenson
[Callsign] Delta 01-2
[To]Bowex InfoNet.
[Subject]Flight report
Well hello old lads
Yesterday was a buissy day for my ship and crew, most of my crew are still sleeping after the maraton i pulled them tru.
We startet Off from Leeds Heading for O41 And from there we recived a flight manifest that we was to fly the Military supply trade route #4353
when done a full route trip Our freight agent send me a new freight manifest.
We were to fly the Export/Import circular route.
When leaving NB I was contactet by Richard Fairbank, He joined me in O3 and flew escort for me we were now Bowex Conwoy Lambda1-1
When we were unloading on Cambridge, 2 -MR- were talking about a bowex transport they wantet to rip apart,they did not know
that they had a malfunction radio so we were able to listen to what they talked about. Fairbridge contactet BAF and we got help,
from Admiral McKenna and Commander Hughes for our trip . After our arrival at Planet Manhattan i again was contactet by Our local
freight agent Our flight plan was changed, so we had to fly back to New London. Fairbridge had to stay on New London.
And much to my crew`s disapointment we was again send out to fly the Military supply trade route #4353, After that route me and my Crew were exaustet.
But we had to link up with Bowex)Bob.Barker To fly the Export/Import circular route. This time without a Escort for the
South part of the trip,
From NL to Calif it was purely routine, But Bob beeing infront of me alertet me of a Roughe Gunboat in the TL to NY JG, I had my astro navigator to make a alternate high Orbit route to the JG, And this must have been a big surprise for the pirate scum to see a Bowex ship slip past him, Well i have a good crew so dont be ashamed scum.
We had to increase our Insurance as we had to use a back door to awoid a Corsair down there.
When we arrived at PL NL the Health Department grounded me and my crew due to extremly fattigue, Mostly caused due to the fact that my Engineer was found sleeping
on the offload ramp.
Signed Captain John Harrington and Crew
Bowex)Stephenson Delta 01-2
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!
Again today I set off from Cambridge with some prisoners bound for New Berlin. the trip there was totally routine, nothing to report.
Upon my arrival I convoyed up with the Stephenson and also Arthur Sawyer as escorts. Collecting a shipment of engine components we struck out for Cambridge.
Again our journey towards home space was rather routine, with Arthur doing a sterling job keeping the lanes clear of any pirates.
From Cambridge I collected a shipment of Pharmaceuticals for the New London hospitals, and again had a quiet run to the capital.
From new London we took on light arms for Gran Canaria, and there followed some dispute on the route we should take, but I wont go into that here. Our journey to GC was fast and relatively quiet, depite some unwanted attention from some rookie corsairs. While on GC I took the opportunity to have my ships hull reinforced and her scanning system upgraded. When fit for flying again I took on board deuterium and then Arthur and I headed for Newcastle via Dublin and Chester, where upon our arrival at South Shields refinery I sold on the Deuterium for a tidy profit.
Picking up some Optronics I flew on un-escorted to Leeds, where some trouble with a corsair forced me to land until assistance arrived in the form of Mr Farbridge. With him at my wing we proceeded onwards to Cambridge where he later took his leave.
All in all, another interesting time out with the lads.
Safe flying,
Bob Barker, Master of the Bowex)Collingwood.
PS - Thanks for the offer of the cat Andrew, I'd take you up on it but we've already got 2 and Betsy & Mabel don't really like newcomers.
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Well, to start off I made some runs to berlin and back. all went well untill I ran into a corsair name Major Fubar. I tried to reason with him once he stopped me but he would barely listen. then a freelancer popped up and without so much as a peep "mister" Fubar destroyed my ship. and its cargo... why? I don`t know. maybe he feared that freelancer and panicked.
A RepEx ship picked me up and took me to cambridge. I was hell bent on making that delivery so I went back to berlin. thankfully that no good tosser had left.
after my return trip I delivered luxury food to Manhattan for some rich yobo. I stocked up on passengers who wanted t get to Hamburg. seeing as I was headed to the Ring anyway, I took em along. I undocked Manhattan, only to stare an Outcast destroyer in the face. Knowing what would happen to my passengers if they would be caught by those scumbags I tried to re-dock. but the destroyer blew my clydesdale away before I made it back...
I have a new Clydesdale now and I`m on standby on Cambridge.
sorry about the lost ships. I seem to attract trigger happy pirates...
Ok, I'll keep this brief as I'm gasping for a pint. Another successful days trading; hauling a mix of medical supplies, food, tourists and then some engine components, basically on a circuit route around bretonia, liberty, rheinland and then home again. I had the distinct pleasure of having Bowex|Kevin.Riley as an escort today, a very fine and knowledgeable pilot, I look forward to working with him some more.
Safe flying,
Bob Barker, Master of the Bowex)Collingwood.
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