INCOMING TRANSMISSION
COMM ID: Commissar-Lieutenant Commander Vicenta Gonzalez, Provost Marshal's Office
LOCATION: Zhukovsky Station
It looks like I'll have to go to Mykolaiv again. Some traitorous slimeball has evidently been spiking the vodka with mind-altering substances. Substances even more mind-altering than the vodka.
Incidentally, I was called away from training today after one of the Zhukovsky maintenance crews reported seeing a bomb go off. I proceeded to the area in question, where it transpired that the "bomb" was, in fact, a toaster.
I have since executed the maintenance crew responsible for crimes against the Coalition including rank stupidity and not being able to tell a bomb from their own backsides. I do not know where we hire these people from, comrades, but we need to find another source.
-----INCOMING TRANSMISSION----- Comm ID: Lieutenant Angelica Broch
Location: Zvezdny Gorodok.
Recipient: SCRA High Command
Hail, Comrades,
I was recently injured in an engagement with the Reapers, but I report that I have made a full recovery.
On to the matter at hand: The acquisition of a Phantom pilot. I was ordered by High Command to meet Grand Admiral Tovig Kelt in Omicron Minor. After a day or so of wait on Planet Toledo, he finally arrived.
The CLASSIFIED Blue Aliens had shown up at almost the same time, distracting the Order from the operation at hand. Two battleship class vessels of CLASSIFIED Blue Aliens origin which had retreated to the CLASSIFIED Blue Aliens system after the Order fleet had confronted them.
After the confrontation, I met with Kelt and two of his ranking officers in the Omicron-100 system. A prison vessel arrived and immediately transferred an armored box to my vessel, containing the sedated Phantom pilot. The Grand Admiral himself escorted me back to Omega-52 to oversee the transportation of the pilot. The pilot is now in the capable hands of RECON-Five.
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COMM ID: Commissar-Lieutenant Commander Vicenta Gonzalez, Provost Marshal's Office
LOCATION: Zhukovsky Station
I was called away from training again by reports of Fei's saboteurs on Zhukovsky. I went back to the station at all speed to discover a band of men preparing to blow up docking bay 4. I swiftly called in the guards to detain them, and they were summarily tried and executed for their thankfully averted crime.
I will proceed to Mykolaiv at all possible to catch the spies who are sabotaging our vodka. In the meantime, avoid any vodka from Mykolaiv.
I have ordered the elements of Gold Squadron II to take up berths aboard the CPW-Trotsky where the elements of the YK-151-Gamma project should continue away from the efforts of the Counter-Revolutionaries. Hopefully, with the direct support of the YK technical team, we can keep GS-II flying.
Be it noted, Comrades, we cannot sustain our Revolutionary efforts with these traitors running amok aboard our research station and on Zhukovsky.
These are the years of Counter-Revolution, their leader seeks to win over the awakened masses and guide their revolutionary energy into an offensive against our war machine. We will not stand for this, the people will not stand for this treason.
Let this be the pistol point of an ultimatum to those that would side with these traitors against the great leader, and against the brave men and women of the Fighter corps. We will not bow, we will not break, and we will not squander all we have earned for the petty greed of one lone traitor’s cult of personality.
This is the locomotive of history, and we plough onwards to our destiny.
Commissar-Captain Alvin Katz
Комисса́р-Капитан 1-го ранга Элвин Кац
СРЩ-Трoцкий
Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army
Революционная Армия Коалиции Сириуса
Sergey sat in his berth and read the latest of the Coalition's inspirational pamphlets. This one was shockingly good, extolling the virtues of hard work and purity of soul as commendable virtues. Sergey added it to his foot locker, with the collection he'd slowly acquired over the years.
"Sub-Lieutenant Litvenko report to the Docking Bay at once."
With that Sergey's mood dropped, it had been bad enough to receive personal mail form the Grand Marshall about his Partisan destroying skills, as well as having Commissar-Captain Katz dub him Pinata. Now he would have to endure the rantings of the Air Boss, who would no doubt be very angry indeed. From laughing stock to whipping boy. Today would not be a good day.
He trudged down the corridor sluggishly, until a passing Commissar slapped the backs of his legs with his cane.
"Walk tall! The Coalition is for the proud, not the weak."
Arriving in the docking bay, he walked straight to the Boss's office. Inside was the Boss and some tech that Litvenko didn't bother to pay too much attention to.
Litvenko was surprised to see the Boss sitting down, he'd suspected that it would be ten minutes of full in your face, ear melting hollering including words that would make nuns blush. However he seemed calm. Litvenko was now very worried indeed.
"Sub-Lieutenant Litvenko, I'd like you to meet Ensign Yvanova, she is responsible for many many repairs to your Partisan over the last two weeks. She has something to say to you..."
The young pretty ensign, grease and oil smeared all over her coveralls, looked at Litvenko, her face stern, suddenly she burst into tears
"Why? Why do you do this to me? My fiancee has left, my mother won't talk to me, my father says it is a disgrace to see his daughter fix a ship for a stupid man who cannot even fly it. I HATE YOU!"
With that she turned around and stormed out.
Livenko was stunned, and before he could say a word, the Boss turned to him.
"Litvenko, the next ship you lose, I will be handing Ensign Yvanova a pair of nutcrackers. The express orders will be to use them on you in a manner of her choosing, am I clear? Good. From now on your non flight time will be spent in the simulator. Go!"
Sergey almost ran from the office.
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.
-----INCOMING TRANSMISSION----- Comm ID: Lieutenant Angelica Broch
Location: Omega-52; CPW-Trotsky
Recipient: SCRA High Command
Hail, Comrades,
Today was a rather amusing day. I was ordered by Commissar-Captain Alvin Katz to patrol Omega's 5, 3, and 7. An intruder by the designation of 'N97' had decided to poke his head into Omega-52. I caught him just as he left and decided to scare the bugger. His only reply was 'pripet' and then a series of weapons fire. I was not amused, so I took him down even before I had a chance to scan him.
I set yet again on this patrol. And yet again, my patrol was cut short when Comrade Heinz and Halse informed me of a Rheinland Military force slaughtering helpless Unioners. Heinz was already preoccupied with educating a fascist, so I rushed to the assistance of our troubled Unioner Comrades.
Sadly, we were not in time. Every Unioner was slaughtered by the hands of the fascists. The Red Baron's and the Red Hessian Army were at the scene, staring down a Rheinland Cruiser and a sizable fighter wing at Bonn Station.
Admiral Malexa Malte herself decided to join the fight after the demands of the Red Baron's were not met (A traitor was involved, so they demanded him for proper persecution). This traitor was the first to die as soon as weapons were activated. One by one, the Rheinland Military's numbers diminished as superior technology and tactics swept them aside like the counter-revolutionaries that they were.
Unfortunately, my gun-cam took a direct hit during the start of the fight, wiping almost all of the data. I did have one image, though. We were able to cripple the cruiser, destroy seventy-five percent of the enemy forces, and kill the traitor. A major victory for the Revolution.
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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Be it so noted, that effective immediately Viktor Heinz is to be promoted to the rank of COMMANDER and is to assume command of all Rheinland Strategic Operations.
This promotion comes directly from High Command in recognition for Commander Hienzs continued battle against the fascist dictatorship, assistance of our allies, and the continued example he has set to all of our Fighter Corps.
Respect him, trust him, and OBEY him!
For the Revolution!
Commissar-Captain Alvin Katz
Комисса́р-Капитан 1-го ранга Элвин Кац
СРЩ-Трoцкий
Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army
Революционная Армия Коалиции Сириуса
-----INCOMING TRANSMISSION----- Comm ID: Lieutenant Angelica Broch
Location: Omega-52; CPW-Trotsky
Recipient: SCRA High Command
Hail, Comrades,
Something has brought a fair amount of concern to me. A Corsair vessel by the name of 'Ryu' approached my Insurgent and began to talk with me. I thought this might have been a trap, but he then spoke to me of corruption and fear within the ranks of the Corsairs. He hated being talked down to and treated as an unequal. I was rather taken aback that he had felt so passionate about this subject.
His voice was rather soft and without emotion, as if he were hiding something or perhaps afraid for his life. He brought up topics like the Sails wing, corrupt Elders, faltering alliances, and the prospect of piracy. In short summary:
He was dissatisfied with being treated like trash by people who proclaimed that they were better but never really proved it. The Sails were an embarrassment to the Corsairs with their ruthless and brutal nature; separate Corsair groups both disagreed and agreed with the Sails' methods. The alliance with the Order was rather faulty. Even though they had a common enemy, they lacked a common goal. The Order despises piracy, so why were they allied? And then the matter of piracy came up. He didn't approve of it. He gave no real reason other than that he saw it as unnecessary. The best part was the war. He thought that the Outcasts and Corsairs were brutally murdering one another for a pointless reason. He believed they should forget that difference and reunite.
Our conversation was cut short when a Brotherhood vessel approached. Ryu hurried off before the vessel could address him. Meanwhile, I was told not to stick my nose where it doesn't belong. That makes a bit edgy. Since when does the Corsair empire have anything to hide? And if so, what are they hiding? I suggest further investigation of this as well as taking in this Ryu for questioning. He was rather placid, so I suggest nothing cruel.
Comm crackles to life in Broch's quarters, and haggard, very hairy head of commodore Thorvaldsson appears on the screen. Behind him everything seems extremely hasty and chaotic like ship is in the battle.
"Comrade Broch, please point said vessel and any you might encounter with same problem to my comms. I know exactly what that corsair is talking about because once long time ago I fought for Crete as well, but gave up hope in face of useless and faceless Elder council and numerous warlords, to join glorious revolution. So, do as told and dont ask too many questions. Now to deal with that enem..."
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CommID: Admiral Alexi Karchov - CO Fighter Corps
Message Target: SCRA Command - Zvezdny Gorodok:Omega 52
Message CC: All Fighter Corps Pilots
Message Source: Fighter Corps Command - Zvezdny Gorodok:Omega 52
Comrades, I file this report as a loss for the Great Revolution. Although no pilots were killed and most came home with only minor injuries, the blow to the Coalition will be felt for months.
Comrade Commander Gabriel Mao, aboard the CPW-Hanoi, called a mission to Kusari to further the goals of the Revolution. Commissar-Captain Katz took this opportunity to also have a look at the GMG gas miners in the Sigmas, for possible upgrades to the CPS Shanghai. A small flight group convened consisting of myself and the brave pilots of my Fighter Corps. The flight group set out, and after a trip throught Sigmas, Lt. Molotov (Gold 12) had mechanical failures in his fighter. These were no doubt the work of collaborators of Yui Fei's insurrection, but nevertheless, he was ordered back to base.
The flight group made its way to Honshu without further incident. On the way, Commander Mao gave leave to Lt. Broch to make detailed scans of the gas miners inhabiting the fields of the Sigmas in order to further our development of the Shanghai. Please refer to Ms. Broch's report for further analysis.
In Honshu, Commander Mao engaged in system wide education of the people, and two individuals seemed to get the message. Unfortunately, the interaction was cut short by the appearance of a purported IKN vessel. Mao ordered the flightgroup to split and locate the vessel, and shortly the whole group surrounded the ship, identified as a Kusari Destroyer. After a protracted conversation, it was determined that the captain of the vessel was clearly insane, as a result of Nomad or drug-related causes it was not concluded. The vessel opened fire on SCRA forces and an engagement ensued. It was clear that the Coalition forces were superior, so after stripping the vessel of shields and regens, I ordered a halt to give the commander of the vessel, apparently a privately owned ship, a chance to walk away from the fight. Instead, the vessel re-opened fire on the Coalition forces, by some miracle destroying Broch's Revolution, Katz's Insurgent, and forcing myself, Mr. Warner, and Mao's Hanoi to flee.
I take blame for this and have learned from the engagement. No mercy, no quarter. I consider myself repremanded and will file a report as such.
Coalition forces made it back to the Omegas, where the Social Credit, commanded by Master Chief Byk, made it's way to escort what was left of the group back to friendly space. The Credit did not make it far before encountering the terrorist "The Joker", who on multiple occasions has engaged SCRA forces. This time was no different. As you can see, the Joker is now sporting a Kusari Explorer gunboat instead of his usual Outcast Trident. While an odd change, he is no less deadly. After an errant shot of friendly fire took out the Social Credit, Coalition forces quickly lost ground to the Joker and a small droid helper in a Havoc Bomber (photo unavailable).
It was this time a rogue Corsair Praefect appeared, seemingly from out of nowhere, and started indiscriminately firing on Coalition forces. The Dreadnaught's sudden appearance caused a lapse on the Hanoi, and it succumbed to the Joker's fire, putting it out of commission. Ms. Brock, in a fresh Revolution, also succumbed to the Dreadnaught's surprise attack. At this time, I ordered Mr. Warner to disengage and return to Coalition space. There was no sense in losing more men to the unscrupulous tactics of the Corsairs. After quick scans and picking up life-pods, I made my way back to Omega 52 as well, safe within the confines of Home Space.
I'd like to take a moment to commend Sub-Lieutenant Ben Warner for his heroism. In a Light Fighter, he bravely fought against a Gunboat and a Destroyer without blinking, and to all of my Fighter Corps pilots for bravery against the odds.
Guncam footage and other recordings will be analyzed to determine the strengths and weaknesses in the Joker's tactics from hear on out. For his crimes against Civilians, he is to be put out of commission. Do not engage with capital ships, but bombers and fighters.
FOR THE REVOLUTION
FOR THE RED DAWN
Admiral Alexi Karchov
CO Fighter Corps
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