Several more join the rank of Ensigns today, those that have shown dedication.. commitment... and those that haven't met Captain Casero's wrath... yet. Luckily for these two officers, the captain is a bit busy buying a new cape due to his other one being shredded. Dante Villiers and Red Bear are now promoted to the rank of Ensign for their dedication and commitment to the Liberty Navy. This means that you two may now fly the Avenger or Guardian class vessels. Congratulations and may the two of you have continued success.
I am honored, and humbled, by Command's faith in me and hope to prove my worth in all my endeavors. Sadly, I cannot take command of my new vessel due to a persitant ION storm within the Texas system. It is believed to be Sirius wide, but long range communications are down so we are not sure of its true size. Once the maelstrom abates, I shall do a shake down cruise of my new vessel when it is issued.
Origin: Ensign Dante Villiers
Target: Liberty Navy command
It is my honor to be promoted to the rank of ensign within the esteemed forces of the Liberty Navy. I am grateful for the faith my comrades have shown in me and hope to match their courage and fortitude that I may be worthy to serve alongside them. I will move to requisition and outfit an avenger class fighter imediately upon my arrival to my new duty station on the LNS Mississippi. As always, it is my honor to serve.
Upon completion of my strike craft's shake down cruise I began my patrol. I joined a ad hoc flotilla patrolling New York and California systems. Within minutes received an urgent request for assitance by a Liberty Carrier near WestPoint. Upon reaching the scene my scanners showed three vessels under fire from the Liberty Carrier. I announced my presence, and intentions, to the trio and engaged the nearest vessel destroying it. From that point on my comms was besieged by lawerying pirates screaming something about the LAW and cowering within the badlands. I managed to enage another villianous flea, but a lucky SNAC evicerated by hull to the Void, and I was forced to eject. Not sure how the rest of the battle went since I am on sublight engines on my way back to WestPoint.
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My kindest regards,
Ensign Red.Bear
OOC: Now, in reference to the rule of law. 1. I received request for help. 2. Upon arriving the Carrier was firing upon the trio. 3. My scanners showed all three were within range of carrier 4. I made known my intention. I asked for their surrender or i would release them to the void. To be honest, since the carrier was engaging them my communication was well above common courtesy. Oh, and 5. 2 of the trio were Lane Hackers, who are at WAR with the Liberty Navy.
Transmission; Start
Identification: Commodore Christina Robinson
Location: New York system, West Point Military Academy
Discipline;
The issue of discipline in a military establishment is, I thought, a fairly simple one. You're told what to do, you do it. Whether it's standing in line, firing in the direction of the enemy or simply doing as you're told.
Generally, I expect the secondary fleet captains to be a rabble. It's not always the case, it has to be said. Some are very good at going where they need to be, only asking crucial questions while being on their way to a skirmish zone. When it's a matter of combat, so are you.
But discipline extends to what comes out of your mouth, not just your actions. I've taken it as friendly banter for a while, but there are certain things you shouldn't say to a superior officer. I'm very well aware of the rumours about me. Suffice to say, I dislike it.
You two, George Robertson and James Montgomery, got off fairly easily. No permanent scars, no loss of blood, and so on. I will make it my mission to punish any who think it a good idea to insult a superior officer to a degree I see fit.
Consider this a warning...
On a less personal, and perhaps sadder note, ensigns Red Bear and John Parker have been struck off the roster for their conduct. Both have had careful, measured warnings from Fleet Admiral Hale, and unfortunately, both have forced his hand on this matter.
This issue has nothing to do with the aforementioned problem of general discipline. Simply the inability to accurately discern the balance of a battle, in the case of Red Bear, and general misconduct combined with a large variety of public complaints in the case of John Parker.
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Lieutenant Maximo Valeri
[color=#FF7700]Woah, alot of action went down yesterday!
First comes first, Fleet Admiral Hale sent out the boys for a little trip to Rheinland. Performing some stealth and dagger moves. We eventually ended up in the Frankfurt system duking it out with some strudel-munchers. We pushed them back all the way to hell but man, Hale called the whole attack off. Too early if you ask me, but he's the boss. Gotta go all "Yes sir" and move straight back to home.
[color=#FF6600]During the way home we spotted two, huge Nomad ships. I have never seen anything like it before. However, Hale remained firm on his order, we were bound for home and there was no action to be taken with these two badboys.
Once we hit Planet Houston we stumbled upon a cardamine smuggler. He tried with all his force to reach that junker base but our guns managed to crack that bastard's hull just in time.
Like this wasn't enough we had to deal with one of them Outcasts as well, somewhere in the Colorado system, can't recall exactly where but who cares, all that matters is that they burned in fire, and we live to tell the tale.
It's been about thirteen months since my initial entry into the navy and I've graduated from my technical medical school in the naval academy after serving as a low man on the totem pole for longer than I'd care to disclose. An unexpected twist from the son of two traders, but I think I'm beginning to prove my worth around here. Certainly a doctor is to hold more accolades than just another trigger finger in a fresh ship. I've asked specifically to be placed upon the Virtuous. It was once an old prison ship that's been fixed up to become a formidable biological laboratory and medical center. It's seen ventures into Alaska and even deeper portions of space. I can only imagine what that vessel has seen or the villains it's once held. We have facilities as well for holding prisoners, but it pales in comparison to our science facilities.
It's my hope that I can climb through the ranks and also achieve . . . my personal goal, while serving the needs of our troops and even perhaps the weapons division. There's much we still have to learn about just the human body itself and not getting too far ahead of myself, but much more to learn about the Nomads. I just need to get my hands on some fresh samples. Being a junior lab researcher doesn't exactly afford itself top secret, rare and highly classified alien artifacts or specimens. Time and persistence . . . I can feel it's getting close.
I've put in a request for live human trials on some of our bio-compounds. They're mainly restoratives that our troops can use for immediate regrowth of damaged tissue. As I said, we'll need human trials to confirm real results, but lab-grown tissues have shown cellular growth at exponential levels with the application of the compound K-21. So far the chief researcher Wallace Riverton has been denying my requests, but with our recent breakthrough, I doubt he can hold out much longer.
My first venture aboard The Virtuous was actually rather dull, or so I'd thought it would be. We'd been called to Pittsburgh to tend to what we'd thought at the time was a gas leak in one of the mining production facilities. That kind of incident is definitely not out of the ordinary, but after further inspection of some blood samples from patient zero, I'm not so sure. The source of this ailment is leading me to believe the miners have actually been exposed to some kind of synthetic compound, specifically, an almost . . . manufactured neurotoxin. This is definitely serious news and could be some form of sabotage from our hostile neighbors. Though I dare not consider it for the ramifications of proposing such blatant speculation is dubious at best and unsubstantiated at its weakest, artifacts have been known to introduce similar symptoms to people who've been in close proximity for prolonged periods of time. Again, this is all speculation, perhaps the wild ideas of someone who's been in a book or a lab for too long without a break.
I suppose for now that's all I have to report, but I know it definitely won't be the last of this case that I see. Something in my bones just says so.
Fools! Idiots! All of them can't even begin to comprehend what I've seen. The progress and power we have right in front of us! "Humans have rights", the vice admiral says with his smug sense of morality, but what right does a Rogue have after doing what they do? He takes lives and I'm trying to save them. I don't even know what I was thinking coming to him. Human garbage! Thieves and worthless degenerates! They don't deserve to even live, yet my superiors cower to them and wish to preserve their dignity? They throw away all civil liberties when they kill and steal and shove needles into their arms! Bastards, all of them!
Even Riverton who's been my mentor this whole time doesn't see what K-21 can offer. They'll all understand once I'm done, I can't let this opportunity to put my boot to the throats of the Rogues and help Liberty, no . . . mankind become more than we've ever been. God put it in place, I'll perfect it. I haven't had any subjects for my clinical trials, so I've had no use but to inject myself with the compound. There's one component which is being included in the serums, but it's classified. Riverton knows, but he won't tell me. I've got to isolate the compound so I can understand more about how this works and maybe even replicate it.
The lab animals seem to be holding up fine and after about a week of the treatment, they're eating and sleeping less with no negative effects. I was even able to inject several of the poisoned miners with my serum and they've been recovering from the neurotoxin! The admiralty has ordered me to stop administering the serum and their condition has become worse. With no extended exposure, they'll never see long-term regenerative effects. Idiots...they take lives everyday with their guns, but they slap my wrists for trying to save some. Where are the morals in that?
Damn, I've been working for two days straight without any rest. Serum or no, it's taking its toll. I'm going to have to put this up for now, but my self-trials will continue until I find more suitable specimens. Like it or not, my research will continue and they'll thank me for everything I've done. I'll be a national hero. I'll be a god! The universe at my feet! So soon...there's only one alternative I can see. There's no way the Rogues could remember me. The Virtuous is equipped with enough high power turrets to give any cruiser a run for its money. If I can lure the Rogues out, then I'll take them aboard as medical prisoners and that'll be my chance. Oh yes, then I'll inject them too. I'll shove all my needles into them, it's what they love after all. Pump them with drugs and become a god...I'll kill them all. A hero, I'll be a hero...
[color=#FFFF33]He digs at his neck at an itch that won't stop and then looks at his nails as he feels a coolness on his neck, seeing he's drawn a little blood. A sardonic grimace pulls at his face.