SCRA Communications Centre

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[font=Garamond]To: All SCRA Assets
Comm. ID: Captain Ricardo Alvarez
Priority: Medium
Subject: Blue Troll Squadron

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Salud, Comradas!

I have two after action reports to detail. The first is from the joint Red Hessian/SCRA raid into Omicron Gamma.

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CPW-Havana

The CPW-Havana launched from Sevastapol Depot this morning in an effort to catch an errant Corsair Osiris that was wandering without protection like a Burro in Omega-5. I have seen some locco 'sair Amigos of late, but this one was obviously loaded. Too bad he was gone when Havana managed to get there, though he did show up later for the Fiesta at Freeport One, we got him then!

Anyway, Comrada Steeles decided that he was going to come as several members of the Red Hessian Army turned up and long range scanners were highlighting a few targets out by Gamma, si, so we decided to down a few shots of Tequila and go teach them a history lesson.

So we arrive, and the enemy, well they decide to roll out a pair of Praefects, one of which was all shiny and new, and still had its hubcaps on... so we decided it was time we take them off for him. Full service, si?

Well the Red Hessians and Steeles engage the Titan wing and an Imperator, while the Praefects, presuming they were the biggest baddest hombres on the block, thought it was a good idea to pick on my men.

Havana shot up at them from an angle, locking weapons as I decided to play this over the comms: (War drums ala ancient trireme) with the message "Beat the drums of impending doom"

So the first Praefect spots the Havana, and I swear he must have had a bad burrito, you never see some one run so fast for Crete with brown coming out of his.... Anyway he left his buddy all alone, and since Havana *is* the biggest, meanest hombre on the playground, we were only too happy to teach him all about the evacuation proceedures for that ship of his... it's going to take him ages to super glue that back together...

After this, the titans were quickly mopped up and it was time to go, but not before the TBH decided they wanted a little payback.

Holy frijoles! They appeared from nowhere, holmes. It was like an Elder's daughters birthday party, and Havana was supposed to be the Pinata!

Anyway, lady luck her name was Havana, and with a little help from a Red Hessian pilot and a whole pack of CD missiles poured into the trio of enemy capital ships, Havana was able to give them the slip, returning back to Omega-52 and some repairs.

Blue Troll Squadron

Not done for the day, the radio blared and we got a call to scramble to Freeport one, so we all go Pendejear at Freeport one. Some Reapers decide this is a good place to go shoot up the joint, followed by those same TBH warships that wanted a new pinata to smack around (apparently they mistook the Freeport for one... annoyed the Zoners, eh che, what can you do?)

Commissar Rasshid and myself fought off Cardinal Reaver, before that little bastard Steeles swept in to claim our kill, (remind me to assign him to clean my boots for that one...) We managed to score some hits on one of the TBH battleships, but Ion interferance and damage to my sensor systems made it impossible to tell what was going on, so I leave it to Commander Whatzit to finish off the report...

I have to go find a bottle of Vodka, my dirtiest pair of boots, and enjoy watching a certain little naco give them a parade shine with his tongue.

For the Revolucion, mi comradas, for Katz!

Alvarez out!

El Coyote

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