Liberty Police, Inc. Reporting Office

[Garrett Jax]

Officer Seymore Justice

Patrol Report

Today, ma patrol did not turn out well. No sir. Not well at all. I received a report from LNS-Thunderbolt that a trader by the name of 1234 had entered Area 2?. For some reason, everytime I think of the place, it dun slip my mind. Anyhoos, he entered that locale and was approached by said Navy Carrier, LNS-Thunderbolt.
At that, ship 1234 ditched the serviceman and headed out yonder to greener pastures. LNS-Thunderbolt then sent out a KOS message, informing me to be none-to-kind to 1234 if and when I see him. 1234? What kind of name is that to give a ship anyways? That's the combination on my safe, where ah hide ma moonshine distillation equipment.
But I degress. I dun ran upon 1234 not too much time later, and told heem reel nice like, that he was in a whole hurt of trouble. I didn't have time to hear his excuses, but ah took the time anyways, cos I was wanting to hear why he entered Area ??? What was that place again....darn it.
I was soon joined up by a fellow Navy officer and an LSF agent, who gave me some much appreciated back up. The trader, 1234, was resistant at first, but boy ah tell ya, I can be stubboner than a zit on a teenage boy. Ah finally convinced 1234 that paying 2 million creds, was far better than being arrested and havin his cargo hull of Luxury goods confiscated. (It's amazin how convincin the prospect of losin moneh can be.)
I got the two million creds from the trader and sent him off on his less than merry way, when ah came across a rogue by the name of Classic. There he was, asittin in his purty gunboat, not tryin to flee and not tryin to fight. But I didn't take to the hostages in his hold--Navy personnel. I waited for the Navy folks with me to start up a little conversation with him and they didn't disappoint. But when Classic refused to comply, my temper got the best of me and I sent guns a'blazin on his arse. Little did i suspect, was that the little buggar had friends. Now ah don't mind fighting when the odds are less than fair, but he had at least eight other friends. Whoooooeeeee! That was some fine dodgin and attackin I did in my Libby. But, ah guess since they couldn't shoot me down, they layed a whole mess of mines for me to eat. And sur enuf, I ate them good. End of Story for little ol' me. Anyways, ah got a pic of my run in with 1234, and ma fine submitted to LPI-Rikers.




Officer Seymore Justice....loggin out.

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