[font=agency fb]COMM ID: [color=#99FFFF] Recruit Dimitry Ivanovich TARGET ID:Liberty Forces Reporting Centre SUBJECT:An extraordinary amount of things ENCRYPTION:High PRIORITY:High
My god... it started so innocent... it... it... I can't find a wo... word for it. I just picked up my Execu-... Ex-fighter ship, ID and 30 minutes later... The IFF, when I got a signal from Fleet Admiral David Hale that... Rhienlanders were in or ne.. near Liberty Space and... and... I cannot remember... this day was a bit too much for me... I only remember Rhienland strike craft, lasers, missiles... then after a few minutes I remember my view of space becoming bright green, and the echo of the words "Incoming Missi-"... Good... god, I was barely able to hammer the ejection button (the missile hit me so hard, I accidentally hit the button, seconds before the executioner exploded) to escape with my pod... Green bursts of energy... missiles... I was lucky enough to get a missile explosion propel me near... Cold Bay Depot was the station called I think, where they sent a retrieval shuttle. They... They... Well, nothing could be recovered from the pod (Flight data, visuals, etc) even the life support system on it was damaged, I was lucky to be alive. Then one of the other pilots, James Colibrie who was very friendly and supportive, came to pick me up. It seemed he detected my emergency pulse signal. He dropped me off to a nearby battleship where I got another Executioner upgraded with stronger armor and better shields.
30 minutes or so later, we were on the Missouri, me still shaking, James looking rather calm, but speechless and gaze concentrated at his glass of liquid, when the speakers turned on and a female voice said - "Hey, listen to this guy, he is yelling something, about a revolution... in a starflier... listen to this." And this was the first time I laughed today... and after a few hours we got a transmission about not one, not two, BUT THREE Rhienland gunboats on a recon mission coming from the Badlands heading to West Point. We rushed to our fighters, my body full with Adrenalin and a lust for revenge. We launched with two or three other fighters (Sadly, none of us carried torpedoes), hoping to intercept them and hold a few minutes for a cruiser or a battleship to arrive... we couldn't hold long enough and we even dragged in a few freelancers and that revolutionary dude... He was yelling random commands and keeping the gunboats distracted. Most of the fighters retreated due to heavy hull damage, but there were no casualties I can confirm from memory, because I forgot to put a Storage Unit on the ship (This would never happen again) and I had to retreat to West Point to repair and restock my ship... the repair is still ongoing and I am reporting this from one of the guest rooms they gave me to wait in. It seems we had lots of krauts today.