I started my patrol outside of Manhattan as usual...I then recieved a distress call from Alaska so I set my cordinates for the nearest trade lane and booked it to alaska. When I entered Alaska I began recieving messages from a capital class naval vessel by the name of LNS-Tundra, this is the conversation that I shared with the capital class vessel:
Quote:LNS-Tundra:*...captain..*cracks*...reporting...emergency...systems offline...* LNS-Tundra: Requ...imm...assistance! =LSF-George.Patton: Roger that captain of the Tundra...What is your location? LNS-Tundra: Location unknown... lost... navigation malfun... =LSF=George.Patton: Roger that...I am in search of your ship hold on LNS-Tundra: Life support is fai... *noise* =LSF=George.Patton: Tundra, what is the status of your vessel? LNS-Tundra: *the noise reduces whule captain is still panicing* LNS-Tundra: This is impossible... what's going on... our ship is... is... LNS-Tundra: *aargghhh* make it stop! =LSF=George.Patton: Captain of the Tundra, is your ship under attack? LNS-Tundra: Negative... Unknown... =LSF=George.Patton: Is your vessel sustaing damage? LNS-Tundra: These readings, I don't know...! Help me! LNS-Tundra: My crew... Almost everyone is uncounsious =LSF=George.Patton: I need to know your location... Repairing your navigation systems needs to be your upmost priority LNS-Tundra: This headache is killing me! *aaah* make. it. stop! LNS-Tundra: No!..Make it.... =LSF=George.Patton: Captain, what is the last destination you can remember? LNS-Tundra: Help! Me! *screams* Help! LNS-Tundra: This is all a dream...I... will wake up and... =LSF=George.Patton: Negative captain, this is not a dream LNS-Tundra: No! No! No! =LSF=George.Patton: Yes this is realy happening LNS-Tundra: *the captain gets on his knees and starts praying* =LSF=George.Patton: Captain, I will be able to help you if you can jut remember your last destination. LNS-Tundra: *the captain gasps for breath, startled by the vioce over the comm* LNS-Tundra: I cant wake up! This is not a dream! LNS-Tundra: Destination... right...OH! The mission! The Order is invading! LNS-Tundra: The entire fleet! We must help! =LSF=George.Patton: Stay with me captian =LSF=George.Patton: What was the last location you can remember? LNS-Tundra: Zone-21... the corridor.... LNS-Tundra: *screams can be heard in the background* LNS-Tundra: Then some vague flashes.... I can't describe it =LSF=George.Patton: What do you see outside your vessel? LNS-Tundra: *the captian stumbles over his chair with a loud bang* =LSF=George.Patton: Captain, are you still there? LNS-Tundra: This is NOT REAL! =LSF=George.Patton: What do you see? LNS-Tundra: bbbblll... nn... I can't... I see... I... LNS-Tundra: *footsteps can be heard away from the microphone* LNS-Tundra: *the captain yanks off the door of a cabinet... and throws the contents on the floor* LNS-Tundra: *... there's a deep sigh, followed by a gunshot* =LSF-George.Patton: Captain are you still there? =LSF=George.Patton: Captain!? LNS-Tundra: *static* =LSF=George.Patton: Oh no... LNS-Tundra: Captain! NO! =LSF=George.Patton: Who's there? =LSF=George.Patton: Come in Tundra...Do you respond? =LSF=George.Patton: Who is control of the Tundra? LNS-Tundra: *in a shaky voice* This is Lieutenant Hansen... who are you? =LSF=George.Patton: This is agent George Patton Grainger of the LSF, what is the status of your vessel? LNS-Tundra: Everyone is suffering from these terr.... *static* LNS-Tundra: *Hansen starts mumbling to himself* LNS-Tundra: Man up, its just a little pain. Everything will be fine LNS-Tundra: Sir, we need assistance. The ship won't respond to our commands. =LSF=George.Patton: I was trying to get your cordinates from your captain, but he was unable to determine your location. LNS-Tundra: Location... of course LNS-Tundra:Readings are unclear sir LNS-Tundra: All the screen is displaying is some... *he takes a deep breath, clearly in pain* weird symbols =LSF=George.Patton: Hansen, I believe your captain has been infected...I need you to find something to defend yourself with and get to a safe room in your vessel and wait there for help. I- LNS-Tundra: *a deep growl can be heard from the background* =LSF=George.Patton: -have advised all vessels to keep there distance from your ship and to contact the naval recovery and rescue team- =LSF=George.Patton: Wait what was that? LNS-Tundra: *Hansen gasps*... Captain! You're alive! =LSF=George.Patton: Quick! Get away from him! LNS-Tundra: *A loud bang can be heard in the background* LNS-Tundra: *screams are heard* LNS-Tundra: *static*
That is all I heard from LNS-Tundra. I have determinded that the causes for this incident are either a mas infection of the vessel or a drinking party gone wrong. I would like to report this incident in order to warn all Naval, Police, and Security force members of this status of this vessel in order to prevent a full outbreak. I also advise a full search for the vessel in order to prevent it from causing any more damage to Liberty. I was also wondering as to whether or not this message should be forwarded to the navy I assume so but I would like conformation first.
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