What a Charlie Foxtrot (Cluster Fuck). We did manage to get one gun functional and ammo loaded and it did manage to take out one of the gorram mercs seiging us. These guys were well equipped, motivated and organized. Although I missed the battle thanks to the corporate charity event I was forced to attend I did hear we put up at least a bit of a fight for them. In the end it was not enough, the POS fell.
The worst part is that Frenchies now possess my favorite hauler, Karma Train II. I'm glad I farted in the seats a lot but doubt they will notice the smell. Frenchies smell bad anyway. Time to get back to HQ, gather my ships that are scattered about and plan for the retribution that will come at a time and place we dictate.
I bet the gorram bastards are drinking our alcohol as well. Their day will come and I hope to have a front row seat.
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