Communications ID: Admiral Christina Robinson
To: All of the Southern Alliance
Today, we participated in an aggressive Reconnaissance attack on Crete, conveniently passing through Omicron Minor, to devastate the Order. We found a Corsair gunboat, tagged as Order, valiantly guarding Planet Toledo. He fell under a volley of fire, but not before he stripped an LSF pilot "Woody" of his wings. One of our five pilots had been almost put out of action. A HF gunboat Aeolus decided to stop by and initiate hostilities, which they claim to have ended. Fine by me. The order to attack was given, and the cowardly pilot ran and docked on Toledo. The true nature of the HF shines through, once again.
After stopping off to repair and resupply at Freeport 11, we received a single reinforcement in the form of NovaCammeron, and we proceeded to Crete. The Corsairs had time to prepare, due to our reported presence at Toledo. They outnumbered us two to one. Their only gunboat fell fast, but we lost Phoenix, who was part of the LSF.
After a inconvenient Ion storm rolled through the area, a Corsair huntress and a few more Corsairs entered the area, and began to whittle us down. Christopher Phelps fell next "apparently" while trying to direct our forces. Yeah, right.
We lost Woody soon after, but they lost a Spatial by my hand and Mitchel incapacitated another fighter with his Nova. With eight Corsairs, including the Huntress still active, we chose to retreat soon after. We successfully pulled out.
On my way to fulfill an assignment to pick up a few mini razors, RAHF Ivan Voronov showed up on scanners. He didn't even manage to touch my hull before he went up in a nice ball of flame.
Pilots, we will now start to kill everything that stands in our way. We serve and protect, and kill everything that stops that goal. This may include pilots such as Christopher Phelps, if he doesn't get his act together soon!