The Federation is here to **** your **** up.
12 Oct 2016Tristan Pacheco
The last time I journeyed to Sol to get experimental upgrades for live testing, I was given two missile racks. I had them in a separate fire group, and aside from their much increased fire rate, they weren't that special. I imagine the data I returned didn't exactly create a shining future for the weapon. I'm beginning to think the Navy's engineers are trying to impress me for some reason, or perhaps make up for the lackluster missile racks, because the pair of weapons they installed on my ship today had to have been sent back in time from 3360. They're actually two different weapons this time, both dishing out much higher heat than the market-standards I had fitted before. They also have double the fire rate. But wait! There's more! One of them somehow seeps through shields, so I can damage the hull immediately upon starting a firefight. The other one is even more terrifying. It wreaks absolute havoc on ships' internal modules. I haven't the slightest clue how either of these functions are achieved, and I usually consider myself rather well-versed on weapons technology. My current objective is still intel recovery, but I've gotten to test the weapons in combat twice now: once on an Imperial Internal Security Service Vessel that thought he had the right to board my vessel, and the other on a bounty hunter flying an FDL that thought he would try to claim the negligible bounty on my head in that system. Suffice to say neither ship lasted long, although to clarify, it was not my intention to actually destroy the police vessel. I greatly underestimated the power of my newfound weaponry. In other news, I've recovered another set of documents, these ones were not on chips, but actual paper, which I haven't seen in a surprisingly long time. It was marked 40 years ago but was still classified. It took all my self-restraint not to open it and see what it was. After a longer than normal journey back to Mars High thanks to repeated interdictions by bounty hunters thinking they could take on a Corvette, I returned the documents to their rightful owners. Now the squadron and I are trying to barter with the Admiralty to get the rest of us to have some experimental weapons. I've succeeded at making my wingmen jealous. As of yet, we haven't been successful, but I'm hoping for a turn of events, as I have a good argument prepared for after lunch.
Until next time,
RADM Tristan Pacheco