James sits down at a Navy terminal, being the easiest thing to do at West Point. He sighs, and begins to fill out his report for the patrol that day.
Sender ID: James Rothgar [RO]
Location: Navy Terminal, West Point Academy, NY
Ship type(s) used: Liberator LF
Report type:
[X] Patrol
[ ] Trade
[ ] Embargo
[ ] Other: (Fill in)
Stops on your patrol/trade route:
New York --> Colorado --> New York --> California -->New York
Brief report/outline of your patrol:
On beginning my patrol from Manhattan, I saw two Dreadnoughts assisting in a civilian dispute. They handled it, and did not require my assistance, and so I continued along with my route. Upon reaching West Point, I noticed a seemingly Freelancer piloted Raven's Talon, and subsequently scanned him. He was carrying what looked to be Nomad Brains. I ordered him to drop them, and he told me they were "trophies" for fighting in the border worlds. I repeated my order, and he reluctantly agreed. I fined him for the carrying of distinct contraband[1], but he did not comply. He then went on, calling me corrupt, a "pirate cop," and a "thief." I asked him to stop, several times, explaining s1p1 of the Liberty Laws, before he activated his system-wise comms to "warn" everyone about the "pirate cop." I reassured everyone over my own comms that I was not a pirate, and that this pilot was being unruly and slandering my name. I followed him to planet Manhattan, where he pleaded to a Dreadnought to protect him from me. I explained the situation, as well as further fining him for two counts of Obstruction of Justice under s1p4 of the Liberty Laws, one for not paying his fine, and another for slandering an Officer's name. He proceeded to threaten me with "cort" because of my corruption, and finally docked on planet Manhattan without paying his fines. The pilot Revenge is still fined the following amount of 6.000.000SC for all above charges, and should be considered questionably hostile.
Upon continuing my patrol, near Fort Bush, I encountered a freelancer transporting goods from Colorado to the direction of Planet Manhattan. I stopped him, and informed him that the Behemoth Heavy Rheinland Transport was illegal in the house of Liberty. He apologized, and told me that he did not know. The pilot, Deadlyhate, seemed to be new, and being his first offense that I could find, I told him to finish his route, and proceed out of Liberty, and find another vessel if he wanted to trade here[2]. He wished me a good day, and we parted. Let it be known that if he is found in said transport again in Liberty, he should be fined and escorted out.
On my way to Pennsylvania, I noticed a "Freelancer" going into the Badlands. I called on him to halt, but he did not[3]. A quick scan showed that he was carrying both Cardamine and Alien Artifacts. I followed him into California, where I disrupted the trade lane and stopped him. He would not drop the contraband after repeated messages, and so I marked him as hostile and opened fire upon him[4]. Another "Freelancer" came to his pirate friend's aid, as well as a few Navy Officers responding to my message. There was no loss of life on either side other than an innocent civilian that was destroyed somewhere in the crossfire by a pirate. They escaped, but let it be known that John.Woodpecker and MP5DerpGun are wanted for carrying contraband, obstruction of justice, and general acts of piracy, as well as firing upon an officer of the law. These individuals should be considered hostile and very dangerous.
I returned to New York, and landed on West Point. Another officer had just taken over the patrol, and I needed some rest.
James takes a long drink of Sunbucks, and breathes deeply through his mask. Sometimes, space just doesn't seem so mysterious and friendly anymore.