Ugh! I hate keeping these records for Tomorrow Legion but I suppose there are worse things than completing mission reports.
So while on patrol we encountered a young kid, Vaughn or something…real rube. He was being chased by some cyber-demons. The crap rifle in the requisition gear the Legion provided broke upon first use. Despite this, we managed to take the [deleted expletive] down. While looking around I apparently discovered some sort of dragon hatchling. I'm sure that won't draw any attention our way. So anyway we took the dumb kid to his [deleted expletive] home in Garnet Town. We met the mayor and apparently the town is in the center of some competition between The Coalition & Federation of Magic. Gotta love what everyone will do to get their hands on a rift. Suppose the Legion will throw it's name in the hat sooner or later. As long as I get my information so I can turn those [deleted expletives] who did this to me inside out [deleted expletive] first.
I tailed the Coalition stooge, Beehan, back to his camp in town to make sure that he wasn't up to something shady. Seems at first glance, he's alright…for a [deleted expletive]. He did lead us to where some of the Coalition scanners picked up a strange energy signature. That would've been a lot better if the path to this energy source didn't lead our group into a hive of Brodkils. End of the day [deleted expletive] hit the fan and in the end we shoved the Brodkils' heads up their own [deleted expletive].
Can I point out how dumb it is that the Legion redacts "obscene" language from their field reports?