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[OldTimerAL]

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I'll make this a short one as I am in a hurry. Earlier this day as I was flying through Liberty I passed by a fight that sparked an interest in me. Two parties that are both far from my liking, but one much hated than the other.

The Liberty Navy or [LN] as some like to call them, were fighting off an invasion by the Nomads. I quickly transmitted several messages towards HQ through the lanes and got a quick responce to engage the Liberty Navy.

I was able to take down only one of the Navy bombers called Joe Mctyre, but other than that my shots all missed. It all ended with my ship being destroyed and me having to eject. The Nomad invasion was repelled by a lot of Liberty Navy pilots...

*murmurs about ion interference*

Other than today I have had other journeys in and out of Liberty that I have neglected to report, and more than one Bounty Hunter or Liberty Navy vessels destroyed or dis-armed that got in my way.

Now as I promised to keep this short I have to go, see you all in space.

LeBlanc signing off.


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Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci.

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Sender: Callahan, Grace
Recipients: Hellfire Legion, Supreme Commander Aethelu

Short thing again.

This evening a fellow Rogue, Charles Vane aboard the gunboat "Ranger", and my lil' self went to molest New York's ugly side a bit.

Not far from Manhattan we encountered an LSF agent whom I've tried to get into a one-on-one fight.
As things go he wasn't overly interested and had called for backup to arrive, which came in the form of two Liberty Cruisers.

I forgot the name of one and my flight recorder's fried, but the other one was the "Cross Creek".

The cruisers were quick to engage the Ranger and were firing all they had at the little gunboat, which fortunately managed to dodge all the fire and start luring both ships away.
Meanwhile I was stuck fighting the LSF agent and some Navy fellow who showed up as support.

Both Avengers went down after some minutes and I had barely sustained any damage.
At this point the Ranger had lured both cruisers into the outer Badlands.
I rushed to aid and was quite happy when I found the Ranger still operational and fighting back both ships which had serious trouble maneuvering inside the Badlands.
Needless to say that we took care of them, even though the Cross Creek had managed to exit the Badlands at the end.

Further afterwards we've encountered a hostile Freelancer at West Point, followed by a friendly face, Mr. McKinsey of the Outcasts, and a rather unfortunate Liberty Navy bomber.

Again, both pilots ended up in open space inside their escape pods.

So in total, that's two downed Avengers, one Eagle, one Havoc Bomber and two Liberty Cruisers.

Not a bad run I say.

I'll be getting my ship fixed now so I can meet up with Mr. LeBlanc afterwards. Let's see whom we'll meet.


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Alright, update's in.

Met up with Mr. LeBlanc at the usual spot to do some flying.

We flew around and did a survey of New York and Texas, just to make sure we're not getting into any traps or other ugly spots.

Comms showed some unusual chitchat with some LPI guy...

Eh, anyway. Short version goes like this:

Wanted to play with a gunboat in Texas, but couldn't really get to it.
Went back, met Mr. Bauer from the LPI. Zoom and boom, one ship less.

Next thing we encounter more LPI between West Point and Manhattan...

Well, turns out some exploded, then some Freelancer showed up who was watching the fireworks...
...then more guys showed up, some Navy, one from the LSF, an Ageira bomber... hell, I've lost track, even a gunboat was there. Oh and the Freelancer decided to open fire once the LPI allowed him to. Bad move.

In total we must've gotten rid of 7 or so fighters, a bomber and that gunboat, maybe more, not so sure on it.
Mr. LeBlanc should have some nice guncam shots available for your viewing pleasure, so that's all from me.


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Comms ID: Andrew LeBlanc

Well as promised I bring shots from my guncams, hopefully my ship hasn't missed any, though I am surprised by the quality *chuckles* . The killing are as follow:

Some Stinger I don't seem to remember this one though my ship's system does...

Ageira bomber...

LPI Marx Meyer took a dive into one of the mines floating about

Some Freelancer Sabre flying arround...

LPI H.O'Brian...

Yoric McDonald...

and finally the last fellar or machine not sure...

Twasn't such a bad run at all today *smirks* ...

LeBlanc out.

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Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci.

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Comms ID: Executive Commander Aethelu
Target ID: Hellfire Legion

Excellent work today, ladies and gentlemen. What an... for lack of a better word.. Epic comeback to the front lines of war. Too long, i was stuck behind at headquarters, sending you all out on missions, using you like pawns to my distaste. Finally i am back on the front lines, and it feels great. Anyway, report.

Messages to Head quarters informed me that a small detatchment of the Legion's forces were under attack near west point, so i finally took out my personal bomber and headed to New York- to West Point Academy. It is ironic how the young cadets of the academy who are told the lies about the Navy's might were first hand witnesses to a blood bath of their colleages, their brethren, and the classic execution of one of their finest engineered warship, the Liberty carrier.

Onboard camera caught the following images.

























thats all for today. Once again, Excellent work, pilots! Soon enough, the Corruption that flows through Liberty will be put to an end.

Supreme Commander Aethelu, signing out.

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[selsyn]

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Comms ID: Pilot First Class Joshua Mahnke
Target ID: Hellfire Legion

Greetings all, just making my after-action report.

The day started with our rather glorious and well-awaited return to the forefront, with our massive victory over the Liberty Navy's forces at the battle of West Point.

But after that action settled down, and we all had a chance to sit back, relax, re-arm and restock our vessels, [HF]-Blue.Dove and I decided to go on a little patrol of our own.

After undocking from the cramped quarters of the Liberty Rogue Destroyer in New York, [HF]-Blue.Dove was immediatly approached by and LNS gunboat. After a brief exchange of hostile words, [HF]-Blue.Dove engaged the gunboat, and bravely destroyed the vessel on her own, waving off an offer of assistance from myself. But then the call for assistance came from a friendly outcast, quazar.

He, and an unnamed Scimitar, were being engaged by another LNS Gunboat, a Liberator light fighter, and a Bounty Hunter Gunship. We quickly dispatched the LNS ship, and then [HF]-Blue.Dove arrived on the scene to assist with taking down the missile happy gunship.


Then, we had to ditch our fighters, and noticing a lone [LN] gunboat in Texas who was giving "traders" a tough time, we went to investigate. [HF]-Blue.Dove managed to coax the gunboat into leaving its post, and allowing the "traders" a way to Planet Houston.

After that, we met up with another Outcast, this time in a Crow, by the name of Cursed[X]Ship. [HF]-Blue.Dove and i decided to attack a large target of opprotunity, the [LN]-LNS-Arizona, a LN Dreadnought in orbit over Manhattan. We were originally planning on just going in and doing as much damage as we could, then bugging out, but we stuck it through to the end. Quazar managed to land the finishing blows to the Arizona's reactor shielding, lighting the Manhattan spacelanes with debris from the destroyed ship.


Feeling the need to sacrifice another one of their precious capital ships, the LN then sent in gunboat, LNS-Milford. After crazy dodging and superb aim, [HF]-Blue.Dove managed to land the final supernova bolt to destroy the Milford.


At that point, we decided to break and engage targets at will, which we did to great effect, killing 4 more LN fighters, while only loosing Cursed[X]Ship, whose ship was destroyed in a hail of laser and missile fire.

After that, it was decided we needed a much wanted drink from the rather small bar on the Liberty Rogue Destroyer.


So that concludes my first full day as a member of the Hellfire Legion, and i must say, first kill of bagging a Carrier, and helping destroy a Liberty Dreadnought in a almost suicidal mission? Sounds just like what i was thinking of when i signed up!

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[Zapp]

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Decided to take a jaunt through New York today, alone. Started from the California gate, and went to West Point, Manhattan, and Bush. Nothing so far, but around Norfolk I saw a Guardian cowering. I taunted him out of range of the Missouri's guns. Eventually, a different Guardian came along, which I destroyed with no problem.



After a good half-hour wait or so, the other Guardian came at me. It lasted all of three minutes or so.



At this point, Andrew LeBlanc came, and we moved on to West Point where we heard the chatter of a couple of LPI SWAT ships. We engaged Hull O'Brian and Marx Meyer, and then the Navy boy Ryan Mac-whatever came along too. Joshua, one of ours, came to help, making it a good ol' fashioned 3v3. Ryan went down first, hard, eating his own Sunslayer (they should print more warning labels on those things).



Hull O'Brian was next, after we chased him down quite a bit, blowing his own Screamer mines up on him.



Marx Meyer beat feet and ran, and we let her go. Someone has to carry the tale back to their superiors.



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[wainwright]

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[Comm ID: Wainwright]
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I've just returned to America Base. I've been recovering in the medical bays on Rochester Base, after the incursion into New York on Friday. Or was it Saturday? Or Thursday? My memory of the events have not fully returned. Apparently I was found by a passing junker in the debris fields. The pod was badly damaged, and I am apparently fortunate to only have a broken rib, dislocated wrist, severe concussion and mild amnesia.

It seems, from the black box recordings, that I was advised of a sortie into New York. From the comms chatter, they were already heavily engaged with a number of Liberty naval vessels.

By the time I reached New York, hostilities were long under way. I remember Blue Dove, Andrew LeBlanc, and someone named Eddie Cassidy being there, but am unsure as to the others present. The navy pilots were concentrating on a rogue gunboat, so I targetted those naval pilots that were distracted by the gunboat.

I was able to draw Dion Miller away from the main body of the fighting, and from the recordings it seems I somehow disabled his engines. Either way, he was drifting, and was a simple target for my razor.



Going back into the fray, I noticed John Talon was there, and no-one else seemed to be targetting him. I quickly turned my attention to him, and after a few passes, he too fell to my razor.



After taking out Talon, I was immediately targetted by his lapdog, David Hale. It was an intense engagement, and we were evenly matched. The recordings show that on our final pass his hull was under severe stress, as was mine. My razor shot grazed his hull , where his took my Sabre full in the engine generators. My ship exploded violently, kicking my pod hard out into the debris fields, and ripping my seat out of its brackets. As I slammed into the side of the pod, still strapped into the seat, I lost conciousness. I hope someone was able to take him out.

Wainwright out.

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All the old knives, that have rusted in my back, I shall drive deep into yours.

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Callahan here, ladies and gentlemen.

It was about two hours ago when recon delivered a fresh and accurate intel report about some ships of the Bretonian Armed Forces lingering around in, you won't believe it, Magellan.

I'm not a person who likes having people piss on my lawn, especially when I didn't invite them to get drunk beforehand, so Mr. Antares and I went on a quick and friendly trip to Leeds.

It didn't take long for the Brets to show up and combat started real quick around the New London jumpgate.
Mr. Antares didn't have much luck and got caught in an ion interference that ended up tearing his ship apart enough to get finished by one of the Brets without him having been able to prevent it.
I had to fly evasive for a few minutes until Mr. Mahnke and Mr. Atheus showed up to... well, unleash some more hell on the poor souls.

Suffice to say that from there it quickly went downhill for them.

In total we've trashed four Challengers, one Hussar, one Templar, some Mercenary Eagle and we almost had gotten rid of a Mercenary Gunboat which somehow managed to disappear thanks to the ion interferences in the area.
Well, atleast that's the list if I counted right, my flight recorder's still fried unfortunately.

On a further note, I'd like to recommend Mr. Mahnke for the Medal of Promise, for one of the ships he managed to shoot down wasn't just your average Bret fighter, it was no other than Admiral Mark McKenna himself.

That is all for now. I think Mr. Mahnke should have some guncam shots available for your viewing pleasure soon.

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Comms ID: Pilot First Class Joshua Mahnke
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Honored colleagues,

It is with pleasure that i thank you, Callahan, for the recommendation to the medal. It was with great pride that i flew by your side and defeated the BAF, LN, BH, and LSF scum this day.

So, here are the battle recordings from the several fights we were engaged in during our combat flight.

The first group is from the fight in Leeds, with the BAF, and the White Tigers, who showed up rather late.





Then, after that fight was over, i headed back to New York to park my butt in the Bar on the Liberty Rogue Destroyer and have a drink, but a very odd LSF agent attacked me out of the blue. He was in a Nepthys Order VHF, with full order weapons, and did not mutter a word. Must be the "strong and silent" type.



Well, maybe he was "silent", but not very "strong". Oh well.

Then, as i was arriving at the LR Destroyer, i got a call from [HF]-Raving.Rabbit of a fight brewing in California, with those hated Liberty Navy folks going after some Rogues. I landed my sabre and hopped into my Falcata, loaded 'er up, and hit the black. Upon our arrival in CA, several Liberty Navy folks, complete with mercenary and Gunboat in tow, showed up to ruin our party.

After some jovial singing in the system comms, we began to tear into the Liberty Navy ships.





After that fight, i headed back for that long awaited drink, only to be attacked by yet ANOTHER person, but this time a BH Bomber, by the name of Gorobei. He quickly fell by the precise shot of my Supernova Antimatter Cannon.



I then finally managed to land my damaged Falcata, take my sweat-soaked flightsuit off, and enjoy a nice cold drink.

Good night, and safe flying, brothers and sisters.



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