The brass'd been railing as of late about the bounty yielded in regards to the of the squadron's provided intel largess. The justification metted out for continued parts and fuel had become less contemporary and more historical. Past victories had already been covered, present ones were lacking. With those trumming words of wisdom ringing in his head Chambers looked upon the first report issued by his boys in weeks with something akin to distaste. "We're going to be riding seven strong in a starflea within a month at this rate" he mused. Scratching a day's growth of fuzz on his chin he proceeded to string up a reply to John.
*Attach Debrief - Message
Viper, you fall asleep at your computer son? Next time you think to hit the bar on the Serpentis tab I'm expecting you to throw something my way that the high command isn't going to spit on me for transmitting. Put a little back into your next report if you could, they don't much care for slideshows, they want context.
That being said, you did an admirable job nabbing that Luxury Liner and providing fire support against the trio of gunboats we encountered that evening.
Furthermore, that's the third synthfoods transport that's been willing to pipe our tune for the airways of Liberty. Granted we were in a bit of a hurry to nail our intended targets, but I'm starting to think that we're letting those boys off a little light. There's a possibility that we might be well served by re-thinking our position towards those particular gentlemen, either towards putting a little more hurt their way, or perhaps curtailing some support. Regardless, can't let them think that they can get sloppy around us. They're as guilty of engineering our plight as the rest of those backstabbing faceless corpy bastards, so let's give 'em fire and terror for it.
Good job flying out there, but let's not forget that we ain't being given ships to have fun, but to do a job. A job that the folks with their fingers on who gets what don't know is being done unless we tell 'em.
