>>>INCOMING
>>>Sender: Provost Marshal Jacob Forge
>>>Location: Destroyer Sickle, Omega 52
>>>Subject: My Return
Forge here.
Bloody hell.
I come back from Volgograd, having already given the damn eulogy of Quientilla, when I'm told we have a frakkin Bretonia Warship in Omega 52!
With the International not equipped for capital warfare, and with only a single bomber present, I took command of the Sickle and immediately went with Senior-Lieutenant Claus to find it. It had just been passing JiangXi when we found the bastard. Chased it just past Volgograd and then managed to disrupt it. Bastard thought the words "Not your concern" was OK.
The Sickle lost three Nanobots and did not even try and dodge. The idiot had the most ill-equipped warship I had ever seen! His armor plating ranked 4 on the Universal Armor scale!
Needless to say, the Sickle and Claus, along with a Storm Patrol from the usual defense fleet, obliterated it in a minute. That will teach those damn teadrinkers to stay the hell out of our space.