ID: Major Dane Kinnaird.
Location: Ouray Base, Colorado.
Kinnaird checking in.
I took my bomber out for a spin today to clean off the rust... both from the ship and the pilot.
A short trip around the Jersey debris field revealed no other ships, save for an unusual vessel which somewhat resembled a Gammusian AI ship. I didn't care much for what it was doing and it didn't get in my way, so I moved on.
After further reconaissance in New York I discovered that a Dreadnought, the LNS-Halifax, was in the berths at Norfolk Shipyard. However, the area was too heavily defended for me to attempt an attack on the vulnerable battleship.
I then took a circumspect route around into Texas, steering clear of some unfriendly Junker CSVs in the North Dallas Field. Then, approaching the Trade Lane to New York, I stumbled across my prize: a Siege Cruiser was escorting an Independent Trade Ship to New York, both of them full of Engine Components.
Seeing the opportunity to sieze resources for the Legion and take down an enemy warship in one go, I warned the trader to stay clear and began my assault on the Cruiser. Stupidly enough, the Cruiser's gunnery control was more focussed on a pack of Outcast Daggers nearby rather than the deadly threat this Legionnaire provided. As the Cruiser's shields began to suffer for their lack of judgement, the Trader took the Jump Gate to New York, and then the Cruiser turned its cannons against me.
However, the ponderous guns could not effectively track my bomber, so I evaded incoming fire while dishing out serious antimatter in return. However, their power control operator seemed to have a clear head, diverting power to the Cruiser's shields just before they would have collapsed. The Cruiser's commander, realising that he was going to be pulled apart on his own, powered up engines and jumped to New York. Not wasting a moment, I followed him through.
On the other side of the Gate, the Cruiser was waiting for me, bright spears of laser beams bracketing my ship. Unshaken, I dodged the incoming fire and showed him more of my energy torpedo's business end.
Once again, the Cruiser captain showed his cowardice (or sanity, perhaps) and fled for the Trade Lane, not putting up much of a fight. I followed it all the way to Baltimore Shipyard, where it proceeded to moor. Unfortunately, the defense batteries on Fort Bush had me in their sights, so I had to pull out, and I burned back to base.