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Nature: Patrol Report Title: New Berlin Patrol two From: Fliger Martin Nelson Priority: Low Encryption Level: Low
Guten tag and long life to the Fatherland!
Today [two weeks ago, message recently recovered] I, Fliger Nelson, made several patrol rounds on the New Berlin Trade Lanes. Below shows the direction on the routes I took after leaving the Frankfurt system for my patrol. Setting up the planned patrol path, which goes counterclockwise around the Trade Lanes, I started my recording systems to monitor all incoming and outgoing transmissions in my channels.
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The majority of the patrol was uneventful, and Rhienland forces heavy in the area, as well as a large amount of trade. This was a perfect day for some pirates to cause trouble for travelers, so I linked up the Rhienland Channels. Little resistance was met, and what resistance was met consisted of unskilled criminal pilots, which I dispatched easily. Near the end of the patrol however, was a different story which will come in due time.
Early on I opened up channels with the Gunship 034X and the Cruiser Ramscheid.
Heavy Rhienland presence:
Civilian and Military Chatter:
After approximately 3 rounds around the Trade Lanes, I met my first contacts. Several Hessians, all of which I alone easily dispatched, arrested, and detained on Planet New Berlin.
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Soon enough I ran into Unioneers, whom I also arrested after an initial struggle.
However, on my way back to Planet New Berlin to turn in the Unioneers, I picked up some very strange activity nearby. I was already on my way to Planet New Berlin, and decided to go ahead and investigate this before turning in the prisoners. I was unsure of what the threat was, but intuition told me that I should have someone on standby, so I humbly requested that the gunboat 034X come along.
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A number of Unioneers were in the area. I quickly dispatched them, and 034x did as well. Something was strange, unnatural, be I continued on. Soon enough I met one Lone Hessian who watched the fight from afar. I approached him, and got the chase; whether we would come in peacefully. He rejected, I assume now that he was looking up to something, but I did not know what.
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Soon into the fight, 034X was called to deal with an emergency elsewhere, and I thought I could handle this Hessian alone. I was wrong. I became bold and cocky after taking in so many criminals that day, and I started to become overconfident. After a long bloody struggle I realized that the last two battles had drained my shield battery supplies, and I started relying on the nanobots to keep my ship from falling apart.
Soon I found out just why I had this strange feeling, the Hessian had sprung a trap. With my nanobots half depleted, a group of lesser skilled pilots ambushed me, and nearly killed me. I sent out an S.O.S. through the Military Channels I linked up as well as the public system-wide channel. No one answered for a time, then suddenly a Freelancer (Nautilus) answered the call, and assisted me. He was in a rather large trade ship with thick plating and strong shield, but slow and powerful shots. The best he could do was cause I distraction for the Hessian. I quickly realized this, and called for him to cover my retreat. To my foolishness this was in the localized channel, and the Hessian caught wind of it as I tried to make way for the Trade Lane. Several times the Hessians disabled the Lane before I could escape.
Soon though, Landers, A pilot I knew from an earlier mission, joined in the channel, and asked for a status on the patrols. I quickly sent the S.O.S. back into the Rhienland channel, and he answered the call. After what seemed like 30 minutes and an agonizing hell, he finally reached my position and transferred over nanobots to my ship.
I have provided an image to show how dire the situation was, along with the chatter before, this exact moment. This was when I was at my most vulnerable, and was the exact moment that Landers came onto the scene.
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I was able at this moment to make my escape. With disruptors chasing me from behind, I struggled to, but did, escape for Strausburg and Bonn Station. I informed Landers that the 'transport' was an assisting Freelancer, and that he answered the S.O.S. I had sent earlier. I do not know what happened after I left and was ordered to head for Frankfurt, but Landers later told me I was very Lucky and that the hessian escaped. I have no word on what happened to his lackies. I payed the Freelancer ship Nautilus for his services, then made the jump to Frankfurt. I believe if he did not answer the S.O.S., I very well could of been captured or dead. While he did not kill any Hessians, he bought me extremely valuable time in the effort, time that gave Landers the opportunity to come and cover my retreat.
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In the Frankfurt System I made my way from where I first departed towards my patrol route, and on the first Trade Lane, I was attacked by a group of a dozen Hessian pilots. Angered, I took to killing 3 off the bat, injuring two, and making a run for the station. Some fell off, and the others were destroyed by the Station Defenses. Also fighting the Hessians at the station were to suspicious "Colonial Remnant" ships. Their IFF labled them as foe, but they appeared friendly and offered to help me with the Hessians. I inquired about their group, and they were unaware of any warfare with the Nation of Rhienland. Even if they were at war with us, I did not know of it, I was unprepared to deal with them, the station defenses were not attacking them, and they were not causing any trouble. I concluded that my IFF scanner must of been damaged during my battle, and was malfunctioning.
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Finally at the station and able to rest, I took in my ship for repairs, and the cost was calculated.
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This concludes my second patrol report. For the health of our people, the Klanzer, and the Fatherland! Fliger Martin Nelson out.
Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.