Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 023
Date: 05 - 10 - 817 AS @ 11:43 SUT
Title: [27th] Brigade.

Rather interesting day today.

Misaka and I were idling outside the Jersey debris field earlier in the evening compiling our thoughts for the next flight out. Alsatia's radar picked up some familiar and unwanted signals, the Navy git who I stole the Mortar off of and one of his goons. With that I promptly flew the Alsatia out of sight and the both of us piled into the Sabre and prepared for a battle.

Before today I had never taken up arms against any Liberty Police or Navy ship. I prefer staying under their radar and on the odd occasion where I've been caught with my pants down I've always obliged their requests, usually to vacate the area and/or forfeit my cargo. I've met some dodgy cruiser captains in my time but this guy takes first prize.

Him and his lackey didn't waste any time letting loose with their laserspam, giving not a single word of warning. Guess they remembered the ship from the last time. Not that it really mattered because both ships were clearly piloted by incompetent monkeys. The cruiser captain was too busy navigating his phallus through the debris field to get any good shots in, and the bomber he had escorting him couldn't hit the broadside of Alsatia if I flew it into him.

I was at the helm and Misaka was cramped up beside me in what was designed as a single-seater. I chose the bomber as my target, mainly because I knew Rochester's defences would chew the cruiser a new one if it strayed too close.

A few minutes into the fight one thing became clear. The cruiser was beyond my reach, but for lack of fire-power, however the bomber pilot well and truly on the way to his death. I was wearing down his shield with the Debilitators I had equipped, whilst at the same time the Sabre's exceptional manoeuvrability, even when overloaded, allowed me to all but completely avoid any fire.

The bomber pilot was so awful, in fact, that me and Misaka had the time to talk about his abilities whilst unloading Krakens into his hull. The cruiser wasn't much use either. He was getting himself stuck in the debris field and couldn't get a straight line in to fire.

I kept on pummelling the bomber, it was only a matter of time before it fell.

The ship started smouldering, I knew it was close. Launching a few disruptor missiles into the battered hull finished the deal. The ship was disabled, the pilot most likely already dead from decompression. With one final barrage the ship exploded in front of me, taking the pilot with it.

That was the first officer I'd ever killed. The battlecruiser was still being a right pain in the arse, but there wasn't anything I could do about it in a fighter. I got out of there and run back to Rochester.

What really miffs me is these two were more concerned about a freakin' cannon than their own lives. I just killed a man, a navy officer no less, because he tried to get a gun back.

I don't think this will be the last I hear of the 27th brigade, either. Time for another escort I think....

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