Today, along with mr.Pomerov, I commanded a Lockdown operation within the Colorado system. We set our ships at the third set of rings, respectively, of the trade lanes headed for Denver and Pueblo. It has been quiet for a while, then we saw a small Sunburst hauling Xeno pilots, squawking Police transponders. When we halted it, he kept going for the New York gate, and jumped. Pomerov and I broke in pursuit, and I managed to land a SNACK on the dull-witted lapdog. Mr. Weisen joined us shortly after, and we decided to move to New York. While on the way to Weisen, the latter managed to interdict and extort a DSE cockalorum. However, the Navy lapdogs interfered, and had to call the operation off, deemed a success nevertheless.
The Navy flunkies were so daring to follow us within the Badlands. Since we were outnumbered, we decided to call a tactical retreat to California through Texas. Entering California, the Spyglass Scanner detected a vessel called RNS-Flandre, Valor battleship. We managed to stop it in Magellan. It was heavily damaged, and since the captain was uncooperative and opened fire on us, we retaliated - however the Gallic flunky managed to dock the vessel at the nearby Battleship Betheny. We then set course to Mactan to call this a day.
I add that Mr.Weisen transfered some pilots to the Mactan.Interrogator while at it.
With this, the last criteria I needed for my promotion to the rank of Deceiver - Command - is completed.
This is all for now.
Salutations,
Maximillian Largo