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**My Lord...I 'ave been enjoying the fullest of our newly appointed Second Class Citzenship granted by Monsieur Jameson...However iet seems not all pilots 'ave been notified of thies, and my Courier was destroyed by the combined firepower of four capital craft of the Maltan Navy...I 'ave sent you the data on thies and hopefully thies will not 'appen again...Vulpe out...**
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-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
I have some news for you that might make you very happy.
Do you remember the GAULs? Non, me neither. But I remembr they called a puny little "war" on us.
As if a kid leads them...
As I took out the Grande Guillotine, I met one of their Battleships, the Broceliande, near Quillan.
The captain of this ship started opening his useless mouth and trying to insult me. As impatient as he is, he fired his heavy trebuchet on my shield. So the Guillotine beheaded him, as we will do with the rest of these flying jokes.
These little jokes are to be shot on sight now. We will do it even without a bounty on their heads, that's how much we enjoy it.
Alors, look what they said. It seems they even turn against le Conseil...imbeciles
The GAUL fools were given a chance to redeem themselves. in return, their leader decided to insult me personally. And I dont take ridicule from fools.
These GAUL seem to have been spreading rumours about us. Rumours they have no proof to.
And if theres anything i hate, it is a bad lie.
From this moment forth any and all GAUL ships are to be pursued, attacked and destroyed on sight. Let them know the price of their madness. And when they scream ''why'' from their burning life pods, tell them "Because Etien wills your death."
[color=#FF0000]A very profitable evening in the fields of Tau-23. I met an outcast with an ugly but good transport. He was getting his "behind" kicked by a mining ship so I helped him and the miner went poof. Jaques Ramirez, that was the name of the outcast, gave me 2 million credits and he told me I look lovely. You see? Even guys that I don't know tell me that but you don't, you bunch of ugly brigands.
Anyway, After we finished this one, we moved to the other that payed me two more millions and filled Jaques' cargo hold. And then, I found another mineur that offered us 2 millions each. After this, I said "A bien tot" to Jaques and we departed on our different ways. The end!
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Bonjour mes amis.
I have been busy lately. Flying has not been upon my list, unfortunately...I have been drawn to more internal matters. But my sisters and I did manage to travel to ze taus, though lucrative our trip was not...We only encountered a single transport and it scuttled away like a roach...I did encounter a group of les maltans, and had a pleasant chat, but otherwise the trip was uneventful.
Ah...what else was there. The components? Oui. Of course. As some of you may know, me and my sisters have been using the previously-empty Hangar 16 for our work. But gathering what we need has been difficult, painfully so. So. If any of you know of a particular trader or ally who may be able to gather what i need from Sirius, please do contact me...and if not, I would like permission to foray, if you will, into Sirius. I do not intend to go far, from what I have heard the things i need are close nearby. Well...that is all, I should return to my sisters.
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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Narbonne Base. Languedoc
Jean Aigle - Brigand Legionnaire
Subject: Report
*Encryption level high*
Bonsoir mes amis,
After a little break of flying my beloved Asco, I have started its engines today once again. During my regular shift I decided to see the asteroids of Tau-23 again. Arrived in there, I met deux mineurs shooting their rocks of Niobium. Malheureusement both were quite poor, but a total gain of 1,5 Million Credits could be made anyways. After that, I headed to the southern mining field of le systeme. On the way I detected some of those invidious Colonials. He was obviously rather disappointed about my actions within le systeme, after having changed a few words it came to a combat. Fortunately mon ami Mathieu arrived right after, and we could fight the enemy Gunboat à deux. Nevertheless, le Colonial soon received reinforcements of two bombers and another IMG Gunboat. In the end Mathieu et moi, we managed to take out of action one Colonial bomber and one Gunboat. Both of our ships got heavily damaged though, but there were at least no losses in my crew . It will take some time until the paint of my Asco will be new again, but that was obviously a heavy impact for les Colonials. They fight very good, do not underestimate them, mes amis, one more reason to get rid of that plague as fast as possible...
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**Our actions continue to speak well from the very tomes of our laws...TOday was well spoken when we intercepted an Les Maltan gunship under attack..With the help of Hina and Oiel, it fell quickly to our might while Oiel took down an IMG fighter foolish enough to face us....With many thanks from the pilot, we went straight to Les Malta to pick up some cargo to our bases...After its drop we intercepted a miner who was kind enough to hand us over credits to my men, and a little ore to me...Profits made so far today...A slight 10 million francs...All distributed to our hunters....On a side note, our spy in Bretonia has told me of strange talk within the ranks of the Coalition...I sent a message to them only to have recieved a talk wieth a toaster...As of thies moment I am dissallowing any and all Coalition under the name of..Volist...Volkfurt...Volhon...whatever...to dock onto any of our bases until proper communication ies once again sent...Vulpe out...**
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-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]So, I have some news.
First of all, I met another Corse famille, they called themselves "Start Nanobots Familia". Someone had told me that they were in Dauphine, so I decided to see who they were. They're a bit strange if you ask me, but seem fine folk to work with. In my opinion, cooperation is possible. I have some logs too, those are available upon request.
Then I got contacted by a pilot of some vessel, comm.ID is Pumpernickel.Reaver'. He introduced as John Mackinac and said that he wanted a "tour". I knew it was dangerous, but I decided to check that out, relying on my "Cuirassier"... I over-estimated myself this time.
We met up near Burgundy jump hole. That guy opened fire shortly... didn't even understand why he did it. He said something about payment, but I didn't get what he meant... Those Sirians. *sighs*
Anyway, if you meet that Reaver-guy, tell him he owes me 500.000 francs... before blowing him up. And watch out for that guy, he's skilled. Maybe we can dig some data on him?
I got some scans of him, but that's all. Again, scans are available upon request. That's all. Au revoir.
P.S.: if you meet that Mackinac, make sure you're equipped good enough to face him.
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**Data on thies "Reaveur" could be useful..Send moi what you have oh hiem...Aside from that, we shall test ourselves from thies moment to see ief you are all capable into your espionage...I want all pilots to bring moi scans of the following for a little endevour we are taking..**
Quote:GMS--Trade shieps and support craft
GRN--All Vessels marked as so
RNS--All Vessels marked as so
GRP--All Vessels marked as so
EFL--Trade sheips and support craft
**Doing so will entitle each pilot with such information to half their weight in francs..That ies all.**
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-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005