I'll have to admit I didn't expect that much action when I decided to go out for a stroll a few days ago, haven't seen New York -that- crowded in a while. Came across an Atlantis and a ship belonging to the USI Security department - to my surprise, neither of the two seemed like they'd jump on me. There was also a Bounty Hunter with them, who would soon become a target. I called him out for being rather silent, must've taken it too personally.
After a few minutes worth of 'dancing', Hitman-63was taken down by me. A few moments after that the Atlantis and the USI left the area as I was greeted by an LSF Agent. With not much talking involved I realized the Agent had a strong desire for a Tango with me, which I could hardly refuse. I'll have to admit that this wasn't an easy opponent to take down, but I managed it regardless after a long engagement.
At this point it's notable to mention that during the Agent's last moments in combat another Navy ship came around, pilot named James Creed on his personal fighter. Mister Creed seemed to be rather trigger happy and would totally have engaged on me if the Agent didn't fall right at the moment he arrived. At this point I was missing a couple worth of my ammunition along with combat-repairs from the last two fights, but I was up to the challenge - it seems however Mister Creed wasn't. The moment he saw that the Agent who was there failed to impress me in that dance his attitude completely changed. To be more precise, he was more eager to cloak and try to cruise away than fight me and would let his ship completely still if I was to ever shoot at him - a very cowardly move.
I later on figured out that this man was the Fleet Admiral of this -apparently- new Navy establishment, the '46th Strike Force'. A complete joke of an Admiral to say the very least. After this specific meeting of mine I can assure you the 46th is another attempt in milking a long-dead cow and should not be taken with any seriousness.
After roughly 20 or so minutes, and after the Admiral's assumed backup had arrived in the area he decided to take me on. I have to admit I was very impressed at how he managed to survive more than a minute with me, as he ended up mining himself to death about 3 minutes into our fight.
I was then left with the Admiral's 'backup', Operative Phoenix of the First Fleet's ESRD, a rather more serious-looking individual. With only one cruise disruptor left, about half my ammunition on mines and my combat repairs almost filled out from idiotic drones attacking me I decided I'd take on the challenge of having a dance with Operative Phoenix too. I managed to get him down to an impressively low hull integrity after draining all his combat repairs, but I was unfortunately shot down. Fourth time's the charm, I guess.
On to the second part of my report, I took another stroll around New York yesterday and came across another pilot of the 46th. I can't say I was surprised by the way they acted, running away at the first change they got as well as being a complete joke to speak with - but eventually I did manage to convince him to a dance. After he had a full squad of drones protecting him, that is. I engaged him with an Interdictor and two Defiant drones on me, just to make sure he felt safe enough. He managed to last about 6 minutes before being shot down by me, definitely a more impressive time than his own Admiral.
I believe the above take-downs should suffice for the Deadliness criteria.