Trainee Duncan Moreland here. As it is well known, Mr. MacFarlane and myself are the owners of a very large portion of gold ore. While gold is a secure form of currency, it's much easier to carry out transactions via credits, that is why myself and Mr. MacFarlane began a series of shipments totaling 25,000 crates of premium gold ore, nearly 180,000,000 credits worth.
Obviously such a shipment shouldn't be moved without security, and as such I contacted a member of Universal Shipping to see if a member of their security wing could be sent. Instead, we were met with President of Universal, Mr. Teshurr, Mr. Teshurr had also brought with him the President of Deep Space Engineering, Mr. Doe. Needles to say, I was astounded at the appearance of both figures.
With the escorts ready, the Wolfe and the Lennox began moving the ore. Refusing to leave Liberty without filling another of our shipping contracts, I convinced Mr. MacFarlane to haul the shipments of Lord Phillip Eggington's golden toothbrushes, there were millions of them. We went back and forth using this route thrice, at which point I paid Mr. Teshurr the standard rate, offered to pay DSE the same, but Mr. Doe refused all payment, both gentlemen of the highest caliber!
Oh, do tell Mr. MacFarlane to cease bragging about his sexual exploits with all the Zoners (Men, all of them) he has bedded in his life, it becomes rather bothersome.
The next matter is one which involves my Clydesdale. I have finally decided upon a name for that beauty! She shall be called, the BES Pudding! I made my decision with Pudding after remembering learning about the devious knight sharing the same name as a child in school.
Sir Pudding was renowned for crafting the finest pudding in all of Bretonia! The Queen had the man Knighted for this, and requested that a delicious new creation be delivered to her, a frozen pudding popsicle! Sir Pudding was not a fan of the current Bretonian royal family, and as such, in this pudding-pop as he dubbed it, was a deadly poison awaiting the queen!
However, the queen had a royal foodtaster, who tasted the pudding pop before the queen had a chance to fall victim to the poison! Sir Pudding was executed, and the foodtaster died due to the poison. After remembering this fine tale, I couldn't think of a name that was greater than Pudding to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies!
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Sahs!
First allow me to commend each and every participant vessel and crew who took part in yesterday's convoy maneuvers. The movement was even more successful than attempts by Mr. Belmont's corsair aquaintance to forcibly sodomize Mr. Moreland. But enough of that, to the details:
The convoy was set to RV at 2000SMT, New London, however several vessels did arrive early and were successfully filled with ore loads in Dublin by my own AI mining Droid and a rather cheeky fellow by the name of Dink Smallwood. My Onyx Type 88 Droid swears that this Mr. Smallwood is a lunatic, but he actually seemed the rather nice sort of fellow, if perhaps more than a little eccentric. There were some issues with Mollies, but both the droid and Mr. Smallwood did provide more than proper distraction for the unruly codgers allowing normal operations to continue unmolested. It was then, as operations were wrapping up, that I patched into the Droid remotely to access its flight recorder as the girl headed back to Essex. At that point I heard the most horrible sound coming in over the short-range E channel of the Droid's communication equipment. Yes, the sound we all recognize like that of a cat with its tail caught under a rocking chair. The unmistakable screeching of a Molly butchering the Queen's language with demands to 'stop'. I was amazed and bewildered, as the man sounded to be no older than a 1st Grader and had the communication skills of one to boot! Well, the Droid considered its options in a nano and immediately activated Evasion Protocols aiming straight for the upper plane on maximum burn, the silly codger of a child in hot pursuit. Evading incoming missile-fire from the aggressor, indentified as a Molly indie named Unlimited-II, the Droid was able to put some distance between itself and him. The Molly, proving that his methods of begging and pleading were indeed 'unlimited', attempted to talk the Droid down. Of course the AI, Sheila as it is refered to at BMM, refused and considered switching to Combat Protocols after determining that the Molly was only a minor threat. I patched in and nixed that idea, believing it rather cheeky to lead the poor child on a wild-goose chase thus allowing the convoy to leave Dublin unmolested. The bloody silly codger chased the Droid a grand total of 613 kilometers above the plane, issuing pleading demands and threats the entire way. I swear I thought the child was going to cry! Anyway, a few moments after 'Sheila' decided that 'she' had heard enough and cut off communications, the child gave up and turned round for home. The Droid decided to wing another 10 klicks before turning around itself. Needless to say that the indie Molly attempted to accost the Droid on the way back to Graves, but a few bursts of Tachyon fire and a SNAC shot sent the cur scurrying back to his hole.
Properly filled and prepared for convoy, the ships no longer needed to access the Barge vessel on loan from its BMM captain for the convoy effort. Thus we left the vessel in the continued care of the BAF aboard the Battleship Essex. Unfortunantely, this did put us into a bit of a pickle with the fair Commodore Piett, who unbeknowest to me, had received my previous communication concerning needed security for the Barge transfer. The man did dedicate another Battleship to this need. Needless to say, I was rather embarrassed that I had to inform him that I wasn't aware of the arrangement and that the battlewagon would not be needed. However, I am going to keep this issue in mind. There very well maybe such a need for the next convoy, depending on how mining operations go
The convoy did pull out a wee bit late, as it does happen often. Again, the BES Leeson did not make an appearance, apparently still suffering engine hic-ups. As Mr. Peterson commented sometime earlier, it's a wonder what we pay those at Services for. They certainly don't seem to be doing their jobs!
The rest of the convoy consisted of:
BES Lennox, Capt. MacFarlane, convoy leader
BES.Wolfe, Capt Moreland, assistant convoy leader and convoy navigator
BES Dangerfield Capt Ashmore, security lead and scout
BES Godber Capt Boothbishop, assistant security lead and shepherd
BES Walpole Capt Adama
BES Keynes Capt Beunt Harry.Dreden Independent
SS Botany Bay Independant
We had also hired a mercenary to provide close escort but again the shirker did no show on time. We also have reason to believe that the Zoner-sired freak sold our convoy information to an independent dealer of information. For that reason his contract has been terminated and I am very seriously considering putting his bleeding head on the bounty chopping block as I did with the last ner-do-well who tried to double-cross us.
The route, this one chosen by Mr. Moreland, is of course classified ExSec Delta 087, but is available upon request from parties with the proper clearance.
The movement itself went off with nary a hitch or a bump. The Keynes did have the unfortunate issue of not reporting on time for ore procurment and thus had to carry a less valuable cargo, and the Dresden had to stop over at Graves due to mechanically difficulties, but we did pick up the Botany Bay for a limited time who assisted us in moving much needed wares.
The Dangerfield provided expert scouting even though Mr. Moreland did confuse Mr. Ashmore a few times as to our destinations. Mr. Boothbishop and his Godber did a right bang-up job watching over our flock as shepherd, athough his comments about the Lennox's flight system difficulties were less than (ahem) appreciated, but certainly no less than the Wolfe's insistance on bumping the Lennox on every opportunity. You'll be getting a bill from Services for the dents Mr. Moreland!
Other than these minor issues, there was little else of import. There was one indy pirate who came up close at one point, but thought better than to challenge us, and there was a Outcast pilot in orbit over Manhattan who kept her distance from us as well, hiding behind Newark station and well out of range of our hundred or so guns. Mr. Boothbishop did spend some time talking her up and with little effort had the cardamine-soaked lass eating out of hand. People say I have a reputation as a womanizer, which I emphatically deny, but I think Boothbishop might be the real deal. The Outcast did attempt to follow us of course, perhaps looking to pick off a straggler. Her adled brain did not count on Boothbishop and his Godber disabling the lanes behind us as we went, and thus we were soon far out of the lass' reach.
At the end of the day, the convoy cleared 198.5 million for Queen and Country, with no losses of shipping or cargo.
We had a couple of minor encounters, including a totally incompetent spy-wannabe who tried to shadow the convoy. Obviously we move too fast for his 'info' to be of any use to anyone, so it was of little consequence.
Oh, and while I am thinking about it: Mr. Moreland you little slanderous, slack-mouthed, sea urchin of a weasel! I read that 'report' of yours. Either you have your Bowex employee directory upside down and confused again, and are confusing me with Belmont, or you are intentionally trying to slander my good name. And failing at that!
Rest assured, I shall be taking it out of the hide of that ugly thing you call a vessel.
Ahem.. well that be it for now lads. Till next time.
PS: Before I forget, this convoy marked that last time that Director of Operations Liam Adama will Captain the Walpole. He has turned the vessel over to a new Captain and will be assuming his Directorship duties full-time. Those of us down in the trenches wish you the best sah! You richly deserve the promotion.
*Incoming transmission*
ID: Aaron Clark
Ship: The Sheridan
Contents: Report
G'day lads. I have a report for you!
My word, is Peterson becoming aggressive. All I did was escort him and his lass, because I couldn't let the bugger wander off into Kusari on his own! We even ran into some Corsairs which I dealt with, and when we landed on Cambridge, he thanked me by trying to punch me into the mouth. Thankfully my growing up on Leeds has taught me how to defend myself, and I dodged the blow, but the police arrived on the scene and took him away in a riot van. Someone ought to check on that poor sod! He's gone mad!
To: All staff. From: Bowex Accounts. RE: Internal memo.
Due to a report filed by junior-management, Employee / Bombardier Aaron Clark has been fined for repeated acts of insubordination against a superior officer of the Trade Combine. The sum will be deducted from your monthly salary, and this disciplinary warning will be noted on your permanent record. A disciplinary warning on your permanent record may well affect future promotion prospects.
~Accounts.
To: All staff. From: Bowex Accounts. RE: Internal memo.
Due to a report filed by Cambridge security forces, Supervisor / Brigadier Andrew Peterson has been fined for attempted assault against a subordinate officer of the Trade Combine. The sum will be deducted from your monthly salary, and this disciplinary warning will be noted on your permanent record. A disciplinary warning on your permanent record may well affect future promotion prospects.
Furthermore, you are to explain your actions to senior management once you have paid your own bail sum.
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To: Bowex InfoNet. From: Andrew Peterson. RE: Bail.
After explaining what had happened, the chaps down at C-Sec were rather understanding and let me go. My only regret is Mr Clark did not lose teeth. He deserves as much, after what he did. In any case, they let me go without paying bail and are dropping charges, considering Aaron was being an utter bastard and I didn't actually make contact.
I swear to god, Bombardier, try anything like that again and I will murder you with my bare hands.
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Sahs,
Apologies for the late report. There is of course no excuse for tardiness, but as you know I have had my hands rather full.
The convoy pulled out late on Sunday after RV'ing in New London orbit late. A bit of a clusterf'¦ ahem.. quite. Yes, as they say. Of course sahs, we've already discussed that issue, but for those who were not at that meeting, a special little memo for you to hang onto:
There will no longer be any ore fills conducted by the convoy mining team on the day of a major convoy movement if, in fact, ore is being hauled by the convoy. If you have not reported no later than the previous day to be direct filled then you are shiet outta luck sahs! You will have to fill from the Convoy Barge at BMM's 40% price-per-unit convoy rate.
Sunday's convoy consisted of the following vessels:
BES Lennox Captain MacFarlane, convoy leader
BES Johnson Captain Peterson, assistant convoy leader and shepherd
BES Hume Captain Mundi
BES Walpole Captain Gaines
USI Clackamas Captain Dexter
Harry Dresden
BHG|Hammerzeit, scout and security escort
Now, despite heavy difficulties getting started off, I'd like to say things went swimmingly as they have been in the recent past. Well no, I wish I could, but I cannot. As things went absolutely FUBAR after that, as they are oft to do. Of course, as bad as things get, we can always make them worse, and THEN run the damn challenges over like a fully armed Battleship cruising over some old wafters little yappy dog! Because, after all, we are BOWEX and when the road gets tough, we get Shires and blast the damnable road!
What in he name of Mike am I talking about? Junkers of course! But not the average trash men, or the average hard working trader or salvager just barely running a cuff under the radar. No sahs! I'm talking about bloody no good, non-working, beer swilling, sister humping, sheep marrying, INBRED pirates! Pirates hiding behind the Junker moniker of course.
As we prepared to leave Manchester and move on into Cortez, the group of ner-do-wells known as the Steelworkers challenged our scout. Fat slobs of pig flesh who actually sought to bare our way! Well, Mr. Peterson jumped in to see if he could reason with the uncouth slobs, but they were having none of it! So Peterson prepared to return and he was fired upon! I say, the absolute ruddy nerve! Our Bounty Hunter escort did cover for the BES Johnson however, and as they prepared to jump back I ordered the convoy to battle stations and all safeties off our guns. Anything that comes through that isn't ours, we blast it. Fortunately, The Johnson and our escort were able to get back through unharmed, and as I ordered the convoy round to the Magellan gate, I had Mr. Dresden contact a Liberty Navy force who did come promptly to scatter the unruly codgers.
All was not well however. For as we pulled into Freeport 4 these scalawags did seek to bare our way again. Words were exchanged and demands and threats made as Mr. Dresden did attempt to again raise the Navy force, which were still in Cortez. Facing us was three Pirate Transports, a Slave Liner, and three bombers. There was also an independent pirate floating about in what I believe was a VHF. Well, the crazy drunken sods demanded a portion of our ore. We of course told them to toss off, as I ordered the convoy to bring all guns to bear on the Slave Liner and told our boys to stand by to fire. Peterson, having his usual sharp eye, noticed that one of the Pirate Transports may have been previously damaged and thus a softer target, so I ordered our squadron to require and realign target priorities.
Mr. Dexter, of the USI Clackamas attempted to reason with the rotten serpent eggs, but they were having none of it, having not enough brain between all of them to fill a shoe- horn. At this point two Liberty Light Cruisers did appear and ordered the Junker pirates to toss off, but the insane flap dragons actually refused! As it was another cruiser I believe arrived as well, although he appears to stay close to the Lane leading to the California gate, probably to prevent the pirate's escape. One of the cruisers again warned the pirates to depart, giving them 10 seconds to comply, as we also received word of at least one Liberty Navy fighter inbound to assist. Peterson then pinged my com, suggesting that perhaps targeting one of the bombers would be best, but before he had a chance to say more, shots were fired. I do not know who fired first, as a DSE armored transport crossed the Lennox's field of vision just at that moment, blocking my view of our target. I do know it was not a convoy vessel that fired the first shots as each of them was in my line of sight. However, as shots rang out the convoy was ordered to open fire and immediately plasma-tinged death did rain on our foe. As Mr. Gordon did pour in fire from the Lennox's batteries on our target, the SW)Hammer did attempt to move away. I ordered helm to full ahead to give chase as the rest of the convoy did follow in our wake, the Hume immediately off my wing, and the Johnson visible off our starboard bow. The Lennox made short work of the fleeing Transport and I ordered a new target qued up for intercept. This one, the SW)Steelmill was the Slave Liner I had originally prioritized, was quickly gunned down by my stalwart crew with assistance from the Walpole and Mr. Dresden's BWT. As this occurred, a Liberty Cruiser continued to properly demand that the pirates cease their fire and depart, but sahs I doubt highly that Bowex would have given up its proactive defense to allow them to withdraw. As Sally swung us around to another target, I could see the Hume on the tail of a rather slippery Pirate Transport named SW)The.Stainless. With the Johnson on his wing we moved the Lennox in to assist, with the Walpole turning hard against the pirate's maneuver in an attempt to gain his stern for zero-deflection shots. The Lennox's heavier guns blazing away, we managed to down the rodder's shields for good and crunch one of his stabilizer's, but of all the rotten luck, one of the Liberty Cruisers, playing bumper cars with our own ships, did ram us off the target and made it almost impossible to require. But not to worry! With assistance from the Johnson and the Walpole, the Hume was able to finish off the stupid sea urchin. I has thought that perhaps these losses would cause the blackguards to flee. After all, we were obviously the superior force and had three LN warships on our side, although I believe only one engaged and its crew wasn't doing very well, all things considered. However, one Pirate Transport did flee at that moment and we lost sight of it.
There were still targets to choose from as another Junker bomber entered the scene and Peterson having seen it, requested all guns be aligned on the new target. We all lent him our best, but despite landing several solid his on the annoying little bug, he simply refused to die. Finally fighter cover from the Navy arrived to take care of the pesky bombers just as a passing Freelancer moved in to assist as well. Our Hunter escort flamed indy pirate who tried to take advantage of the situation as the Liberty Commander, freshly arrived on the scene, ordered her vessels to stand down, obviously concerned over friendly fire issues in the tight space. One cruiser initially refused, but eventually all complied after one cruiser flamed a junker bomber, the Navy Commander and her Liberty fighter taking care of the remaining bastard. Nearing this point in the battle, the strain on the Lennox became too much as the junker bombers decided to focus all their efforts on us. We had to pull into the Freeport to get assistance from the Zoners to put out the fires and get things going again. Peterson took charge of the convoy for me until we were able to catch up later.
Having delivered our cargo, we made for Manhattan to pick up our load for the return leg. AngeIina.Dimitrova, the Liberty Navy Commander whose bravery did help us to carry the day, escorted the convoy out of Liberty space herself as we headed home. Final stop, New London to drop off badly needed goods for the Queen's court.
In all, what was supposed to be only a minor convoy movement turned into a giant fluffy fur ball, the Junkers supplying the roasted and burned fluff.
Final report: 151.8 million SC profit for Queen and Country. No vessels lost, and no cargo compromised. We had some vessel damage, but nothing to write home about.10,590,000 SC were paid in security fees. And total kills were: One Slave Liner, two Pirate Transports, two bombers, and one VHF. One P-Transport and I believe one bomber escaped.
Admiral Malrone, my commendations to the fine work of your people. They were truly on the bounce and were instrumental in giving those dirty louts the what for! Not so much on the transport ships, but traffic was so heavy in the small space that such large warships simply could not maneuver well. However, if we had not had their help against the bombers, there is no doubt in my mind that additional damage may have been suffered before our escort could have cracked them open.
Mr. Peterson, my thanks and compliments to you as well sah. Your performance as assistant convoy leader was exemplary, and your attention to detail in managing the engagements logs, equally so.
Gentlemen, listed below is Mr. Peterson's log report, as well as some raw footage from the Lennox's gun-cams BES Johnson Logs
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To: All staff. From: Supervisor Andrew Peterson. RE: Internal memo.
This memo is being dispatched due to a number of similar incidents occurring across a number of trade ships. Company protocol bans employees from playing online games or other such distractions while on shift. Being caught doing so by our IT monitoring services will result in sanctions imposed by your section supervisor. Circumventing the IT monitoring services via proxy servers will result in the employee in question being transferred to Scarborough to scrub the septic tank for a month. From the inside.
Furthermore, crews caught downloading materials while their ship is in active use will be severely reprimanded. Active downloads consume neural bandwidth, potentially depriving the ship of essential communications or delaying signals. Several employees have already been reprimanded for the downloading of pornographic materials during a trip from Liberty to Bretonia.
Keep your mind focused on the job at hand.
~Peterson.
To: All Staff. From: The DO's Office; Bowex Board. RE: Promotions.
As you all know, Borderworld Exports stands at the forefront of Bretonia's commercial market. Arguably, it stands at the forefront of all of Sirius', as one of the most experienced, reliable and efficient megacorporations in the galaxy. However, we do not retain this position of prestige through heritage and reputation alone - employees are the lifeblood of any business, and it is now time to reward a great many of them.
Rest assured that your trials and toils in Bowex's service have been observed and noted; they will be rewarded. Those listed below are paragons of Bowex's method of operating - model examples that you should all aspire to match and equal. I congratulate each and every one of you, for you have each earned your reward a hundred times over. Without further ado:
Craig Ashmore: For exemplary conduct during trying and testing times, your probationary contract is to receive an immediate promotion to full Employee. Continue your good work in promoting Bowex's unique brand of 'proactive self-defence' and you shall go far.
Shelly Boothbishop: For exemplary conduct during trying and testing times, your probationary contract is to receive an immediate promotion to full Employee. Continue your good work in promoting Bowex's unique brand of 'proactive self-defence' and you shall go far.
Aaron Clark: For exemplary conduct during trying and testing times, your probationary contract is to receive an immediate promotion to Senior Employee, with a Manager's Commendation for efforts with the Clydesdale Brigade alongside Mr Peterson. Continue your good work in promoting Bowex's unique brand of 'proactive self-defence' and you shall go far.
Duncan Moreland: For exemplary conduct during trying and testing times, you receive an immediate promotion to Senior Employee, with a Director's Commendation for efforts in convoy management alongside Mr MacFarlane. Continue your hard work, and you can expect a bright future in this company, Mr Moreland.
Matthew Mundi: For exemplary conduct during trying and testing times, you receive an immediate promotion to Supervisor. Be aware that with this step into junior-management comes great responsibility. You will find your security clearance has been upgraded, and your passcards now give you access to the manager's lounge on Lancaster Trade Station.
Mart Bellock: For exemplary conduct during trying and testing times, you receive an immediate promotion to Supervisor. Be aware that Bowex is taking a chance by restoring you to this position. Abuse our trust, and there will be repercussions. You will find your security clearance has been upgraded, and your passcards now give you access to the manager's lounge on Lancaster Trade Station.
Andrew Peterson: For exemplary conduct during trying and testing times, you receive an immediate promotion to Department Manager for ExSec, with a Director's Commendation for efforts with the Clydesdale Brigade to further secure Bowex internally and externally. Be aware that with this step into middle-management comes great responsibility. You will find your security clearance has been upgraded, and your passcards now give you access to the manager's lounge on Lancaster Trade Station.
Scott MacFarlane: For exemplary conduct during trying and testing times, you receive an immediate promotion to Department Manager for the Trade Combine, with a DO's Commendation for truly excellent service pertaining to all branches of the Bowex corporation. Be aware that with this step into middle-management comes great responsibility. You will find your security clearance has been upgraded, and your passcards now give you access to the manager's lounge on Lancaster Trade Station.
Congratulations to each and every one of you. Each of you is an inspiration, and we all wish you long and successful careers in Sirius' greated corporation. Well done indeed.
The following is full reports for recent convoys up to the present date:
Convoy 819-7-28-A
The BES Bonny Lass, already on an independent trade mission in Liberty, was contacted by the BES Smith who was coming into Liberty at the time. I suggested that we merge and find escort for a round of hell raising, and the always on the bounce Mr. Mundi agreed. Of course, I was already in a bit of a spot, having already dodged that murderous fiend The Magician, and his absconded Orchid Bomber; three times. I had spotted him again near Rochester. Apparently the retch was not going to give up. However, things went from bad to spoiled fish worse for him. I had contacted our good friend Ozei about the inbred lout, and just as predicted, Ozei was having a little 'chat' with the snake. Namely, about where it was he acquired his GC bomber. On that note sahs, I must report that our greatest fears have been realized on this issue, as per conversations three weeks ago on the subject.
Anyway, Ozei managed to keep the bastard busy as I slipped into Rochester and slipped out again, unchallenged. I haven't seen much of The Magician since then. As Ozei has been tooling around Liberty quite a bit these days I think The Magician might be laying low.
I met up with Mr. Mundi in Liberty and we hired Ozei to escort for us. As soon as we dropped cargo at Fort Bush we spied a Kishiro Transport by the name of Kishiro|KTS-Mabuchi. Well after some words were exchanged the damn rodder took pop-shots at me. Needless to say I had Mr. Gordon bring round the guns and had Mr. Munro take the safeties off the mains. I gave the homosexual flap dragon one last warning to toss off, and then ordered a full barrage. Ozei also put a missile up his tailpipe as the scalawag did take to Lane to make his escape. Having more pressing matters, we let the middle-school dropout go.
No other occurrences for this run. We finally pulled into New London with cargo, and took a small break before another run.
Convoy 819-7-28-B
After a break on the 28th we prepared to set out again. This time, we were joined by that undisciplined ape Mr. Moreland, and his equally shoddy Shetland, the BES Wolfe
We loaded with Super Alloy from Scar, and almost immediately ran into trouble. Pirates? No. Mollies? No. Outcasts? No. Rookie BAF? Again no. The bloody trouble came from Mr. Moreland himself, who does not only refuse to listen to escorts, but can't bloody drive his ship without running over everything in bloody sight. After ramming Mr. Mundi's Smith he proceeded to insult my person after I criticized him on the matter. The slander! The gall! The utter nerve of the inbred, Zoner-sired lout! As if that was not enough, the bloody thug ran over me lovely Lass at the Cortez jumpgate. The insufferable hedge-pig is a danger to the space lanes! Well I had had enough, and as the senior man of the convoy decided to exercise some corporate discipline by painting Mr, Moreland's shields with plasma in accordance with Article 7, Section 13, Sub-section 4.
Of course no actual damage was done and I managed to get the man's attention in accordance with Sub-Section 6. But the slanderous bear-dropping, clearly not getting the message, decided to threaten me with Federal Prison! ME! As if that wasn't enough, the WEASEL stuck me with his share of the security bill on return to New London, whilst he ran off to the Red-Light district with a trio of male prostitutes. The absolute ruddy nerve! Needless to say that I request full satisfaction in this matter!
Below is posted the com logs that we recovered from the Bonny Lass to give management a better idea of the occurences.
The standard convoy on Saturday went extremely well. Almost too well to be honest, as I believe our escorts became genuinely bored. We RV'd at New London as usual, and were met by our scout and escorts. I was not expecting to see our escorts until we were at the Kingston Border Station but they received clearance from the Border Control to come and meet us at New London instead.
This convoy consisted of:
BES Lennox, Capt. MacFarlane, Convoy Lead
BES Smith, Capt. Mundi, Assistant Convoy Lead
Pipilo, Yoko Mori, Scout and Security Lead
Harry.Dresden, Convoy communications
BES Williams Capt. Williams
BES Wellington Capt Clark
DSE M-10 Wolverine Gunboat Close Escort
DSE M-24 Chaffee Gunboat Shepherd
The movement saw nothing of the usual red dots trying to avoid us, nor did we have the usual troubles getting started. In fact, after my convoy briefing, things ran like clockwork. I dare say it was the smoothest running convoy yet. I can only hope for more like it. Only problems we had were Captain Williams total impatience with the pace, which truly made me want to Shire-ram him, and a LN Cruiser that absolutely insisted on accosting our escorts concerning their use of Liberty Gunboats. Nothing else of occurence to report. Certainly nothing like the previous week's excitement.
The Convoy cleared 200 million in profit for Queen and Country and 29.9 million was paid in security fees.
Master Scott MacFarlane, Clan MacFarlane
Department Manager, Bowex Trade Combine.
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