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[Zukeenee]

I discovered a pair of Brigand transports at Briancon last night. One was carrying military vehicles towards Gap Station, and the other was carrying copper toward Bourgon-Jallieu. Despite their different cargoes and different directions, I'm fairly certain they were traveling together. For one thing, they both seemed to have the same identification papers. Apparently they were both pilots in some Sirian group called "Orbital Spa and Cruise". How they got their hands on Brigand transports is beyond me.

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I tried to explain to them the nature of their ships and why they weren't allowed in the Crown's territory. Unfortunately, the two pilots were... less than literate. I dumbed it down as best as I could for them. I'm still not sure if any of it got through. One escaped while I was busy talking. The other agreed to pay for a sort of "temporary license" allowing him to hold onto his filthy ship for at least a bit longer. Even so, I'm not totally convinced he knew what he was paying for.

Keep an eye out for these two. Finni and winer have some explaining to do.

==> Proof of transaction attached

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[Irwin]

Bonjour, earlier today we received an emergency broadcast from Alesia Station. Myself and the Directeur arrived on the scene to protect the station from an unknown threat. Shortly after we approached the station, we spotted a unique gunboat class vessel, obviously of Sirian design. It was broadcasting the IFF of a group known as the Bounty Hunters Guild.

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We demanded to know the ship's intents, and who he claimed loyalty to. It seemed he was of the kind who prefers actions instead of words, after we asked our questions, we received no responses from the man apart from his weaponry damaging the Directeur's Cougar. We responded in kind.

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The Directeur ended up landing the final Antimatter shot on the vessel, and it split into a pile of debris. No escape pods were found.

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Scavengers will no doubt have a field day when they come within the vicinity of Alesia, there's bound to be lots of credits in equipment in that small debris cloud.

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[Irwin]

I'll attempt to keep this report short. I was monitoring the traffic outside of Nevers, when I encountered a Sirian transport, with an IDF IFF. Clearly he was using false trade codes to access Gallic space. I'm surprised nobody spotted this earlier, but that can't be helped.

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I attempted to command the man to turn back, however, it seems he had little knowledge of the Gallic language, and he stayed silent. With no other options, I took pity on the imbecile. I knew he wouldn't survive in Gallic space much longer, so I ended his visit quickly.

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After taking care of the first Sirian, the Directeur arrived on the scene to help me deal with him. He was a bit late for the first transport, but a second one, ripe with smuggled gold ore arrived seconds later. Another person who found it best to deal with us in silence. A poor decision.

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The Directeur's anti-matter cannons allowed for us to deal with the Sirian much more quickly.

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[Champ]

<<Accent Compensated>>

Salud mes amis!

Today Comisaire Chevalier and moi went on patrol. After assuring that Burgundy was empty we moved to Dauphine. Le Comisaire showed me about the system as we patrolled, and after eliminating some troublesome Brigands, we happened upon an elusive Council pilot.

The pilot, whose transponder read as Spiro.Boisvert, and claimed to be of the apparently renowned Boisvert line. Furthermore, he claimed to be the true king of Gallia! This was high treason, and subsequently we pursued the Council kenniggit.

Upon persuing and conversing with said kenniggit, he brought up some mysterious question.

Never revealing what the true question was, despite asking many questions beforehand (causing much confusion as to what the question was), the pilot led us on about his hobbies and other irrelevant things.
It was just the sort of nonsense and craze that was expected from the likes of one as crazy to think that he is the true king.

While chasing the pilot we took scans of his ship.

He flew an Agama Council Heavy Fighter. The GRP's database information of the Agama is referenced below as matched by scanners.

Eventually, the pilot was reduced to sketching frogs in dresses. He began to fly his ship with his feet so as to sketch better. Asking which button was that of the thruster, I saw the chance to eliminate the enemy, as his feet were very evasive pilots. We informed him the thruster button was the large red button labeled "Le Self-Destructeur".

The pilot seems to have pressed the button after politely thanking us for the assistance.
We left the area of his death in a solemn silence, as in retrospect we held the man with a great repsect. It is my opinion that should this pilot interfere in Gallic Royal Police activity, he should be charged with drawing at least two frog sketches.

Apart from this incident, the day was uneventful. Bonsoir et Salud mon comrades.

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[Beauenheim]

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Soirée Bonne, Messieurs

Today was my first day of work outside of my desk, and it was relatively simple. Today, we even found a Corsican hero! But more on that later. We encountered an IDF trader, who carried Prisoners, but then exchanged that for Oxygen.



Then, there was an OSI transport, who carried nothing.



And here is that anticipated story about our Corsican hero.



His name was Marcel Venturi. He shot down a Sirian smuggler, only by self defense, however. He issued a citizen's arrest and was taking him to Dijon Station, only for the smuggler to resist. Mr. Venturi was forced to kill him, to save his own life. He took his cargo to Commisaire Chevalier and I. The criminal had Cardamine, which we took from Monsieur Venturi, as evidence of Monsieur Venturi's heroic actions.



Au Revoir

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[Miaou]

I ventured on a few patrols today myself to see how my Officers are holding up. I have to say I can trust some of my officers. Other I am going to have to watch, other beheaded. Oh well.

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Ran into a Corse, though he never said nor did anything wrong. I do however have enough credits to fix my personal coffee machine now.

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Nice, mostly silent Brigand. Had a few of our pilots with him so we took them back.

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And then it went boom. I got a few other pilots, those being Council, so I had to bring them back to Dijon. Oh how I wish I were not them.

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Characters & Stories

[Gallic Royal Police (Retired)]

By orders of Directeur Lucas Gerald Margrave de Bastille, a call of promotion has come to order. Let it be known that with new rank comes new responsibility and new duty. By the power of His Majesty's Royal Police Force these names shall be recognized and awarded;

Gendarme Yves Fortescue, promoted to the rank of Brigadier

Gendarme Sebastian Andre, promoted to the rank of Brigadier

May the Crown be proud in your accomplishments and duty and let all know how thee is worthy of this title.

Gendarme,

It is time I make a statement myself. As most of you know, I haven't been the Directeur long, but I've been in the Gallic Royal Police long enough to know when something is happening well. These last few months have been a push on our strength, but we have and will prevail. Sirians are hesitant to breach our boarders, and when they risk it our might smites them down. We remove the vermin that crawls into our home, destroying their dinky vessels of Sirian make and dragging them off for interrogations or the laser guillotine.

Your work in the field is what brings our achievements to be possible. Dedication and determination is what I have seen, which truthfully makes me proud. I'm glad to be able to work with you, my men and women of the Crown, for the betterment of Gallia.

Directeur Lucas Gerald Margrave de Bastille, Gallic Royal Police

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[Champ]

<<Accent Compensated>>

Salud mes amis!

Primarily, allow me to thank you Directeur for my promotion, I ensure I will continue to best try to benefit our Kingdom and the crown. I hope my new rank as Brigadier will allow me to better serve this purpose.

Today however, there was the general nonsense which has christened my new role. Today I encountered a very rude ship, transmitting the name "OuiOui". Scans are attached below.

This pilot was exceedingly rude to me! He has harassed me, insulted me and hindered my duties as an officer when I had duties to attend to. Under Law Subsection 5.2 of Gallic law, this is obviously illegal!

5.2 Insulting agents of the Crown will result in punishments of monetary fines, to destruction of the offender'€™s vessel if it is a repeat occurrence.

I was too busied with my higher priority tasks to deal with this nonsense, however the pilot blocked my path by moving his ship directly infront of mine, often intentionally ramming my ship, as well as disrupting Gallia's trade lanes and littering countermeasures into space to blind my scanners. This constitues terrorism, not to mention the very serious litterbug charge!

I strongly recommend that this ship is, on his next offensive offence, punished accordingly. For the insults, treason and terrorism there shall be a fine, but for his littering no consequence bar death is acceptable, in my humble opinion monsieurs.

Proof of lane disruption and Chatlogs are attached below monsieurs.

==> Lane Disruption
==> Chatlog 1
==> Chatlog 2
==> Chatlog 3
==> Chatlog 4

Safe flights.

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[Loken]

Last night I assisted the the Royal Navy in transporting some Gold Ore that had been liberated from an unregistered foreign vessel. The ore was delivered to Alesia safely. It's fortunate I was available. Who knows what might have happened had the ore fallen into the wrong hands due to the Sirian's incompetence?

[Zukeenee]

A Council pilot greeted me over a systemwide communications channel in Dauphine yesterday. We had a nice chat about the Crown and the general population of Gallia. He kept asking me to imagine myself in the position of an impoverished miner or something. And that's utterly ridiculous, because I'm not an impoverished miner. I'm a Brigadier Major in the Royal Police, and my life isn't remotely as terrible as that of an impoverished miner. Why would I care about that miner? I'm not him. I guess the Council are just generally a bunch of folk who like to spend time in make-believe land and pretend to be people who they're not. What a bunch of morons.

Anyway, I eventually came into contact with the Council pilot himself.

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The moment he saw my ship, he started running in some random direction and just kept flying. I maintained the chase for a bit, and we kept talking about things. Mainly stupid things, like giving the lower classes a voice in the government. I was eventually able to get close enough to get a rough scan of his ship, though.

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Looks like another one of those old Agamas, oui? Hell if I know. Just looks like a bunch of crazy lines to me. I couldn't get any closer for a proper ship-scan.

After several minutes of me failing to close the distance between myself and the Council ship, I broke off and returned to Gap Station before I went too far out into space and got myself lost. As far as I could tell, the Agama just kept flying out into nothingness, so with any luck he actually did get lost in the middle of nowhere. And hey, I'm happy with whatever outcome means less work for me. So I'm just fine with that.

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