Our informant on Freistadt Base told us about a close mining operation of the Independent Miners Guild. Everything was clear. We had to plan an ambush. We gave them far too much to recover from the last raids already. Pressure is what they need. A human being, who is constantly living in fear of death, is a weak enemy. So Hans Eckard and I left Rockhome and entered Omega-7, flying undercover ships, which shouldn't be recognized by the miners and their possible guards. Our recon flights were successful, and they thought us to be a common Military patrol. We had to be fast. We took advantage of the confusion and picked one of their heavy armored Shire transport. The fact, that they outnumbered us by far gave it a suicidal feeling. But it had to be done.
Once we opened fire, the confusion was perfect. Though we didn't expected to lose our coverage that fast. And so we found ourselfes attacked by at least four defenders. And if couldn't have get worse, the Rheinland Military arrived with support. How lucky, that they were just a few clicks away. It almost made me believe, that they knew about our plans. However, the situation was hopeless. We managed to damage the transport heavily, but the constant fire of almost ten vessels made it impossible to finish it. Plan B had to be initiated. Escape through Omega-5. To our disadvantage the chasers seemed to knew all our plans.
I almost got nervous when they followed us into our home. I can't remember them being that tenacious in the past. But it wasn't over yet. I even noticed a Reaper amongst the many followers. How irritating. I got told that they supported us once, and even requested permission to use our bases for their operations. No matter if that was true, they had made a fatal mistake. Their change in belief will mean their death. And I'll promise to arrange it as painful as possible. For that they'll never forget who they are dealing with. No human fleet could stop us. They didn't even managed to destroy our both ships in the end. We succeed. Always.