Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 063
Date: 20 - 01 - 818 AS @ 12:17 SUT
Title: Untitled

Well, I have my turrets, at least. I had to work for them though, and there's the blood of a dozen or so Corsair pilots on my hands to boot.

As a part of the deal to get the turrets I had to attend to a little problem along with a handful of Mollies. Reports stated a Corsair Imperator gunboat had been floating around Dublin for a few days, stirring up trouble for both the Mollies and the Armed Forces. And since the BAF is completely clawless around these parts it was up to us to make it go away.

Myself, Misaka and Kana remained on board the Alsatia whilst Fumika piloted my bomber. Us two, combined with another Molly bomber and 5 fighters set out from Arranmore to give the offending gunboat a warm welcome to Molly territory.

Tracking it down wasn't all that difficult, the Mollies have eyes and ears all over their gold fields. We found the gunboat along with two fighter escorts hiding inside an asteroid cluster.

We wasted no time in dealing out some pain. I dropped out of cruise and promptly opened fire on the gunboat. He had of course seen us coming but he didn't really have that much time to react. The Molly fighter wing was dealing with the Corsair fighters leaving their bomber, my own and myself to get rid of the big fellow.

Never underestimate the power of a transport with an angry little girl controlling it. It might not have the shielding or the agility of a combat craft, but eight forward firing guns can rip through just about anything dumb enough to get in the way. The Corsairs were no different. The poor bastards had two bombers and a transport firing full bore at them. The shields were taking a beating from my own and the bombers' EMP cannons and were dusted in a matter of seconds.

Then the torpedoes came in. One from Fumika, one from the Molly.

Pop! Game over. The ship exploded and disintegrated into a million pieces, leaving only the Titan fighters remaining, who weren't fairing much better either. They had much greater firepower, but it was a five versus two fight and the Mollies are well known for sneaky, under-handed fighting techniques. One of the two got a pleasant surprise in the form of a Firestalker jammed right up his clacker, and that was the end of him. Then it devolved into little more than playing with ones food, the Mollies taking little nips out of the sole remaining ship, who was now floundering around without any of the combat grace Corsairs are known for. He went down in much the same manner as his comrades.

With everything taken care of we returned to Arranmore where my goods were waiting for me. After quickly getting everything loaded we hit the autopilot and begun the flight back to Liberty. At least, that was the original plan. I felt a bit homesick, so now we're taking a detour and paying Trafalgar a visit.

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