Xeno Alliance communications (iRP) (FO)

[Dusty Lens]

David settled back into the luxuriantly upholstered seat of his new Kushan freighter. Something about Zoner engineering really spoke about satisfying the senses, the seat fit like a dream, the cockpit lacked that, ah, refurbished look most Xeno ships that had lasted more than a pair of months sported and the thing bristled with enough guns to make a train wince. David did a final check on the status of the load of synth bound towards Freeport four afor settling back to file an exceedingly overdue report.

With the ship cruising towards the California jumphole David began the ships audio recording system.

Right then, afor they snatch up my keys for dereliction of duty heres my long overdue accountin of what Ive been doing in mah spare time. Potterin about the garden and indulging in my love affair with interpretive dance aside, pause for affect!

*David then did so, eyeballing the glowing red eye of the recorder for any sign of mechanical laughter*

Right-O then. Lets set the wayback machine to, ah, a week ago! Remember Ive got a lot to say and not much time in which to say it, so dont be expectin Hemmingway!

A newly promoted Sunbeam and myself took to the mean skies o New York lookin to raise a bit of fuss when we spotted a Corsair handbag reading as friendly to the Xenos. Reckonin this bore further investigation the two of us rather stepped in it when a whole flurry of folks took offence to the fellow and shots started flying around. Reckoning on taking advantage of the chaos the two of us decided to step in and even up the odds some.

Sunbeam managed to get the worst of it from a wayward blast and took his leave of the battle a might earlier than expected and retreated to the homey comforts of my cargo bay. Throwing caution to the wind I opted to carry on the fight and engaged the closest target o opportunity, in this case the LNS_Niagara.Falls. Occupied as the vessel was it didnt quite seem to notice that it wasnt the handbag that was shaking things up in a bad way so much as a pesky freedom fighter with an antimatter bangstick.

One boom later the score for the lower classes o society went up a notch.

After pluggin the Niagara I noticed a pesky police tagged trader in a Firefly had been flinging shinies my way throughout the fight. Seeing on how he was offering his arm I opted to take him out for a dance, wasnt more than a song or two later though when he bowed out, cordially leaving a few codes floatin in space to show his appreciation for the good time!

After that things get a bit muddled up in my head space. I recall putting one through the engine of another gunboat and sending LSF Pluto Havoc (can only reckon he entered the fight late! Imagine two gunboats and a bomber having trouble with a handbag!) flying into several different directions at once, but all in all it got a bit chaotic somewhere in there. But! On the other hand I managed to walk away from it, so thats a good fight.

However, feeling a bit cocky I made a rookie mistake of takin on that infamous one more fight and danced a solo dance with a Liberty gunboat a bit later in the evening. Made a few bad turns, shucked when I shoulda jived and got myself plugged one supernova away from winning the darn thing.

Ah well! Not like we dont have an inexhaustible supply of bombers in the movement, am I right? Eh? Was a good show on the part of the USS.Ranger[i], reckon I owe him a favor returned.
The next day was a dang good one. Seeing the promotions of Glenn "Viper" Thacker and Tubalcaine, flyin as "Diamondback", from the rank of Juvenile to that of Royal, and what better way to commence such a grand thing as a in-space promotion ceremony as overhearing some Liberty gunboat giving some local Xeno a hard time?

Without delay Rattler, Sunbeam, Coachwhip, Diamondback and myself were in Pueblo local and gave Matt- what could likely be considered the fright of his life. Cant blame him, were I sitting by my lonesome in a target as big as that one and I spotted two bombers and three eagles bearing down on me with gleeful murder in their eyes Id likely blow a brown note myself! Was about fourteen seconds afor we gave the Ageira folks lookin out the window a nice explosion to dwell on.



Lesse Somethin about blowin up another Orca Oh, right! Some blessed fool of a hunter made the mistake o trouncing on the lone Xeno with a whole buzzin hive of them floating 18 clicks away. A battlecruiser by the handle of Tempest was causing a row by Pueblo and, despite not uttering a word throughout, was asking to be put to rights. Viper and myself with some fellow Xenos Spliotro and Albany dusted it up with the fellow and some Ageira fellow by the name of Hook in a Ravenclaw. Viper and myself managed to plug the Cruiser whilst Cyril_Albany and Spliotro gave the claw a lesson in waiting your turn!



For the record, I have no idea if I was flying under the influence or not when I belted out Yeeeeyaw. Stress of battle and all that!

Lesse, comin up on the jumphole to Cali. Oh, right! Yesterday in California I chanced upon .:j:.Taylor pilotin a Firefly full o cracked software. As I recalled that those fellows had decided to make a run through Tau-45 I reckoned it was time to return the favor. A fine chase led me rather, ah, far abroad into the icefields of Magellan by Mactan, where naturally I caught the attention of a wayward Outcast flying under Edison.Trent. With that fellows Sabre flinging fire at my bomber I did my best to persuade the Junker that hed best part with his cargo, and right fast at that.

Coulda just plugging him, sure, but I thought word o his getting jumped would cause a little chair squirming with the Junkers, plus I had a saber shooting me up.

Cargo vaped I found myself in a right fierce brawl with the fellow, lost track of the number of passes we made on another afor I managed to put a shot from my cannon across how bow, knocking out an engine and sending the fellow spinning. That threat taken care of I opted to put on my dancing shoes and boogy, what with being neck deep in enemy turf.

Right then, theres the hole! Shuttin this dang thing down and dontcha bother me for another report for a while!