It's been a very busy week for the Highlanders; with the Colonial-Outcast treaty dissolved, the Taus have been hotter than hell lately. There's so much to cover that I don't know where to begin; instead, I want to briefly describe some of our more interesting encounters and leave the rest to the reports section.
First in our line-up of big encounters this week was yet another attempt on the lives of Java Station's crew by yet another massive Outcast battleship. The [color=#FFCC66]Prometheus[Harvester24] showed a bold streak of programming and launched a solo offensive on the IMG station; sick of sitting by and watching massive ships pound the place, the few of us that were available lead a hasty defense of the station.
Suprisingly, it didn't take much supernova persuasion to see this big brute running for the thirty-seven jumphole. Must have been an error in the courage applet. We let the scrapheap run and headed back towards Java to try and help out in the damage control.
The same day, yet another Outcast Battleship, the [RA]ATOM, tried the exact same trick. With not much more bravery than the last, we chased him all the way back to Alpha. When he found he couldn't even hide there, we kept whaling on him as he fled into the Outcast Guard system. The fire got pretty thick in there, so we called it a day and headed home for another round of putting out fires and guarding the repair crews.
Only the next day, we were patrolling Tau-37 for smugglers when we were ambushed by an entire battlegroup! The above shot is the fiery demise we wrought upon their destroyer, MNS|The.Harri.Karri, as it stubbornly fought to bring us down.
The OC were understandably upset by this, and despite our withdrawl into Tau-23 they chased us the whole way home. Gritting our teeth and preparing for the inevitable onslaught, the common sight of a rag-tag Outcast space-horde rumbled towards our line.
The boys fought bravely, and we took down our fair share of zerglings, but most of our team was wrecked in the melee. The rest of us picked up our pods and beat a hasty retreat from the angry mob.
After almost non-stop action, I was flying home from a patrol in 37 when I noticed a Colonial transport being bombed by a Falcatta. I raced to the scene but was too late to do anything but curse as Giovanni.Leoni cruised away from the wreckage. Luckily for me, Leoni appeared to be a very lax pirate, leaving the wrecked transport's entire shipment of Neon intact.
As I made preperations for a train to salvage as much of the shipment as we could carry, two members of the Cartel turned up with Leoni, who was now determined to destroy the cargo, having guessed my plans to salvage it. What happened next is a humorous little tale of some very trusting criminals meeting some very shameless Freelancers; and, if you're interested, below lies the communication records from the event.
I guess next time those guys will consider the fine print; I mean, technically they truly did get just as much money out of it as we did. Hope the credits made it to you safely, Giarmakya, and hopefully next time I won't be late!
That about wraps up most all of our business for this past week or so. I'll finish with the straight stats of our work, in the form of some bulk action reports for perusal.
INTERDICTION REPORTS
ENGAGEMENT REPORTS
OTHER KILLS
John Freeman
Chief of Operations, Highland Security [font=Lucida Console]
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