Mandatory leave. Unexpected but welcome. S’pose there ain’t anything wrong with it. A nice holiday, some time off. Usual uneventful garbage. Can’t help but nosey around things though. Old habits die hard. Intercom relay announced one agent ‘Cuit’ to bay two. Barely managed to hit the ground and theres something to do. Good ol’ Bretonia. Keeping life exciting.
Reports of Corsair sightings, a fleet amassing. Do these guys ever run outta people to throw our way? Instructions were clear: “Cambridge. Hook up with the defence fleet. Protect our people, leave none alive.” Nice and simple. Ship was cleared for launch. One of the few civvie bombers in service. Nothin’ really “Civil” about this piece o’ kit. All bite, not a lot of bark.
Open space at last. Nothin’ but the controls and the mechanical hum. Cambridge, down the lanes. Ten o’clock, the defence fleet. Reported in, got the intel update. “Any intel on their Composition? Numbers, even? Or just a ‘We got Hostiles somewhere’ and thats about it?” The latter. Always the latter. Offered the Hunter a short scouting trip. He wouldn’t bite. Fleet moved out, pretty much blind.
Sighting at Grid G6. Perfect. Quite the atmosphere they chose to face off with. Between the Nebulae. Some Robot drone knocking around. Observing, presumably. Musta been some recruits they sent to test their mettle, they didn’t last long. One fairly fleeting skirmish. All confirmed damaged beyond serviceable function. A quick sweep of the area. No contacts. “That one’s carrying a nomad artifact.” The drone was. Explained the sensor mis-match readings, to a degree. Liberation of the object was swift. The Hunter presence helped.
Left the robot to the mercy of the Hunter. Navigated to [REDACTED]. Artifact handed over to [REDACTED] personnel. They will investigate it further. Additional battle report information: Rick Hymes, Freelancer, hired by the Corsairs. Keep an eye on that one. Bloody mercs.
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