##Incomming transmission## Location:Westpoint academy. Sender:J. Mctyre. Encryptioncode:Medium To:Naval high command.
H'wdy sirs.
well... well.... it seems a lot have chaged since the lasttime i logged in my neuralnetstation.
A lot has happend in my life and i did not have the stomage and courage to fly again untol today.
I must say i didnt now how i missed the flying with you guys.
When i took place in my cockpit and my chief helped me with my helmet i feld calm and ready to do my duty.
Right i must say A*scrambeled. looked the same the hassle and bloody yellys all over my ass.
tough it was fun to chase those arrogant order pilot.
Who needs the anyway? station a couple of experienced naval groups there and problems are solved. Who needs the order?
Well after a while cap. Casero (god may help us he made it to high officer.) put together a group and as reserve officer i volunteerd to join him.
We had reports of to pirates screwing with the electronics on the FB/Manhattan lane.
And guess what. Outcast raoul.de.anglis and hacker buddy Tristan where the buggers doing it.
It turned into a long fight, they were already engaging some lone LSF agent and capt casero asked montgomery and myself to engage both guys to get presure off the LSF agent.
Unfortunally he was shot down.
When they took that agent down Capt. Casero joined us after a while to take care of these scum.
The fight took on a while when suddenly the guy turned, without a shield his hull almost gone, and he flew into my shield, he exploded on impact. Gun camera: one down
Well tristan was taken care off pretty soon and capt. Casero took em out true naval style.
Well sofar thats all.
signing off for today.
Capt Joe Mctyre. reservefleet.