...Incoming tranmission...
...ID, LPI Officer Jacob Hasting...
...Confirmed...
...Connected to Liberty Forces Message Dump...
-Today was exhausting. Almost as soon as I hit active duty, myself and another Navy boy scanned an incoming freighter and found a load of synth marijuana. After an order to halt he- of course- docked with Manhatten. Upon launch he was surrounded and ordered to pay a fine (steeply reduced for his lower level), he proceeded to say that he would not accept this judgement unless we had proper proof.
I explained to him we did indeed have the clear-cut evidence in our scanner dumps (SSs). Naturally, he continued to mouth off to us, claiming we had no proof (and also yelling at us that SSs are ooRP...). I unfortunately was forced to terminate the smuggler with a high density packet of firepower into his reactor, vaporizing him almost instantly. (//I won't say his name, he was upset at the time and I was able to calm him down and explain how smugglers are treated by lawfuls.)
-Soon after, myself along with LN and LSF personel were informed of a smuggler by the name of Sevion hauling artifacts through Alaska. We confidently set up a blockade at the Cali gate, Norfolk, and Zone-21. Precious minutes went by, and still no smuggler.
We were suddenly informed that he was spotted high above Manhatten. How did he get past us? (//He also reportedly cruised off vertically at an extremely high rate of speed. Speed mod is suspected) After a wide sweep of the area above Manhatten, I found no trace of the pilot. Checking back on my long range scanners, I found him back in Alaska! This guy is like a snake... (//Or a cheater, but who am I to say?)
-Did you expect this day to calm down? No indeed. Not long after the previous fiasco, HF vessels began to show up in systems surrounding New York; an assault was in the works! Myself and a naval gunboat formed an ambush at the Conn. jump hole, while the others stood vigil at West Point. Soon enough a Hacker bomber shot out the jump hole like a bat out of hell and high tailed it over to the trade lane to Norfolk. Looks like the attack would be on the academy after all.
We slammed our engines in full gear and took off after the hostile. What happened next was the most violent battle I've ever experienced firsthand. At least two cruisers, a gunboat, and two fighters were already waging war around West Point on what seemed to be three Sabres and the aforementioned Falcata (the IDs I remember are: Kimberly Serra, Jason Moore, and another one named Rai- something). The station was heavily battered and scorched, some sections looking not unlike blackened chunks of the Pittsburgh Debris Field. Despite my scanners giving me problems and horrible errors, I swallowed the lump in my throat and thrusted into battle.
The rest is mostly a blur. After pinning some fire into the tail of a fighter, the battle group and I recieved the order to focus on the bomber, Moore, who was unloading heavy damage on a cruiser. I broke course and fought through the H-Fuel emmision induced ion storm and brought myself up behind the torpedo wielding monster. He was a helluva good pilot and it took a slew of mutual fire to finally put him into vacuum. With the bomber toast, I coaxed my engines in the direction of another fighter. By that time my systems started to give me a little less hassle and I was able to put in more than a handful of shots into my target, another wingman landing the killing blow. With my quarry out of commision, I brought up my target list to find it empty of hostiles. Looked like the others finished them off during my dogfight. Score one for Liberty!
I sent for repair crews for the academy and brought my Lib into dock with the Manhatten tradelane, assessing my damage during the ride. My tail section took a shot or two that the shields couldn't filter out, but I didn't seem to have much issues. Good to know my Lib will be back in action real soon. I set down on the planet where I'm sending this communique out from.
