I have entered into an arrangement with GalEx, for guns...i currently have a credit of 40 guns in the QCP name.
If you want guns, feel free to talk to a GalEx, or make orders for the guns you need.
Hope this arrangement will aid the QCP.
Right, ladies and gents, myself and Crowley may be docked for the majority of this week. The Admiralty has demanded my presence to elaborate on our outfitting and combat readiness.
Whilst myself and Crowley are absent, the fine lass, Juno Kietan, is in charge. Show her the respect that I would expect you to show me.
On another note, I want QCP to begin targetting Kusari shipping, such as Samura.
I want you to rob them of taxable funds if they aren't carrying military gear. If carrying military gear, hit them hard and demand that they drop it off in Bretonia. If they are unable to dock, Planet Harris may be a viable alternative.
Look ladies and gents, I know I've been absent for quite some time, and will be for another week, but it is all for unfortunate political reasons. You know how these things are.
Anyway, listen to the lady and hit those cursed trade convoys! Just because I've been forced to spend a few weeks explaining ourselves to some politicians doesn't mean that you should take a break.
As I said before, pilots Kietan and Crowley are in charge. Hop to it, folks!
-Stuart out!
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OOC: I currently don't have internet until Friday(ish). I need you guys to stay active and actually hit the KNT convoys, okay?
So where the devil is our fomidable wing? I can understand the Captains' absence, he does have higher issues to consider after all, but where in the seven hells has everyone else been? I spent some time, and very pleasant it was too, with young Juno the other day, preparing for an action into Kusari space. And then no-one turned up!! At least, not before I was invited to an extremely lively party on Harris by a rather lovely young........ Erm, .... Ahh, ..... yes, well, there were no incoming messages that I missed, and I do have a very reliable comms unit, newly fitted. Umm...
Comm ID: Juno Kietan
routed through Kyoto,
To: Captain Stuart...
The imperial dogs have chased me into Chuguku, and brockaded my exits....
Needres to say, I'm rather stuck, and need some sort of assistance getting out....sooner rather than rater, the Dragons have been eying my ship with distaste, and are becoming trying.
I apologize for my recent period of inactivity. My ship seems to have developed a bit of an electrical malfunction that the technicians on the Derby are having a rather difficult time correcting. I'll be back and flying as soon as they can get it worked out. God, I hope it's soon, I'm not built to be sitting around doing nothing.
On another note, rumor around the pub is that the techs down in New London are working on an experimental bomber-class ship. Could be quite useful to us, assuming they get off their arses and finish it sometime before the next century.
Hawkins out.
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(OOC: My main computer is having problems, so I've been stuck using 8-year-old laptop, which would die at the thought of trying to run Freelancer. Not sure when I'll be up and on the server regularly again, but I'm getting a new old computer soon, so hopefully then.)
Well, myself and Stark tried to raid the enemy's shipping in their core systems.
After some conflict with the honourable KNF, we broke off our attack and resumed a hit on some Interspace thugs that have been providing New Tokyo with supplies.
Well, we hit [LC]Pegasus, who scurried for cover on the planet and who then proceeded to whine about our comm. signatures and identifications. Pfft.
Anyway, I then tangled with his escort, who managed to take out Stark due to an engine malfunction ((Was lagging.)). I'll be speaking to the techs about that one.
Well, the conflict with the escort was going well, until the Pegasus came back from his hiding place and they began to double team me. The repair guys on New Tokyo work fast, I'll give them that. We had mauled that transport, but it came back in one piece, and with a shiny new paint job, to boot!
Well, I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and headed back home to regroup and get Stark a new ship. Good job I got his escape pod. I was worried for a minute...