[INTERNAL TRANSMISSION]
[ID: LT. MICHAEL WIGHT]
[SUBJECT: ROAMING]
[VIDEO UNAVAILABLE]
Set out with Comrade Dubovik, general cross-country trip 'cross Sirius, nothin' special really. Though on me way through I found an odd li'l base in Omega-3. Dunno who owns it or what it's doin' there, but it had some defence 'n' crap so I decided to leave it be. Pretty uneventful 'til we found ourselves in California. 'n' yeah, I know, we ain't supposed to shoot at the Navyfolk, but this kid decided it was a good idea to shoot at me without sayin' a thing... Well, he didn't last long. A real shame y'know, I'unno where they're findin' their secondary fleet recruits. 'nyway, we ran across some pirates. The first notable one was this uh... Jack Package guy? Anyway, he picked the wrong fight. Did the workin' men a favour by puttin' him outta his misery. Now, while I was fightin' the blighter, Dmitry let out a distress call - suffice t' say, I responded ASAP. And I saw... this. All these guys, now I consider 'em enemies of the state now that they're shootin' at me and my damn buddies. Didn't kill any of 'em though, slippery bastards, lost Dmitry and they cornered him when some other Navyjocks showed up and decided to take their chances... I got one, but uh the second put a hole in me rear 'n' sent me packin'. Was low on bots, bats, 'n' in a generally bad shape... Still, not too bad for a nerve damaged Hacker eh?