Morn, fellow Rebels.
Thank ye, El Coronel, for the promotion, despite it's emergency nature.
Today i flew into Alpha, into the heart of the devil's den, to that cesspit from whence all the cardamine is spawned into existence.
Frankly, their security didn't impress me.
I flew with Arenas, a "loyalist" of sorts, tricking him into thinking i too worked for the Volkhan, thinking it would be safer with a wingmate.
I needn't hae bothered. We approached the Hispania, full of reverence, in this most dangerous of places, mere kilometres from an Outcast base.
The only person who bothered tae check us out was a Corse who believed we were, and i quote, "Tourists from the Historical Preservation Society."
After we fled Alpha with nobody chasing us, ai interrogated the loyalist to see what i could find, learning very little. While en route to Bretonia, i came across the RHA fighting Reavers and the RM.
Even though they were loyalists, i could not help but feel the urge to destroy Reavers.
I managed to escape, my fighter severely damaged, and made my way to Freeport 1, where i currently await repairs.
Ai ask, when are we going after the Volkhan?
Kill him, and the rest will come floundering back to us.
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|