I began my patrol undocking from the [color=#FFCC00][font=Century Gothic]<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:100%]Missouri, but as soon as that I caught a distress signal coming in from California. A civilian ship claimed to have been under attack by "pirates." I had no choice but to continue my patrol in the named system.
I ran accross the targets ambushing the usual New York-Mojave lane. The opposing force consisted of a Lane Hacker Gunship, designated as [color=#FF6600]Dark.Force and a Freelancer Havok Mk II-class bomber, designated as Wortexbubbleblade. As I got there, I noticed the terrorists fighting a Bretonian gunboat, I have no idea what that meant to represent, but it was taken out quickly. The hostiles announced then that they didn't want to negotiate, and switched to attack me as soon as the Bretonian went down.
Shamefully enough, I was outgunned to handle a gunboat, so I called for backup, which came in a few minutes, Admiral Hale on board the Cape Horn arrived to assist. I took out the Ageira bomber, then the gunboats clashed, obviously with the Dark.Force going down in flames as a mere minute and an attempt to flee passed.
As the area was clear, we received a distress call from Colorado and went to investigate, nothing came out of it. We linked up with Jason Reed and passed along New York, now getting into contact by a bunch of pirates fighing a Bounty Hunter gunship. Admiral Hale told us to help out, so we moved in with guns blazing. We lost the gunship to even more hostile reinforcements pulling in, all but one bombers, so we had an easy go.
The killcount stands at two Barghests, one Roc and a Sabre, whilst suffering not even a hit. The day was saved, we thought at that point, so we pulled back to Manhattan orbit.
It wasn't yet over, though. We were approached by an interestingly eerie piece of design, a flying machine of some sort to which Admiral Hale kept referring as a Harvester.
In light of their recent actions, the Admiral claimed, these sentinent machines were to be terminated from the space of Liberty. I had the honor of doing so, but the unknown class of weaponry and my new loadout gave me some trouble, even though the outcame would have ended in my favour. A secondary fleet Guardian jumped in to assist, forcing the Harvester into disarray.
The situation was again, handled. We all landed on Manhattan and signed off duty.