Narrative reports are what you may write in addition to your mission report. It is a narrative description of what took place during the mission. It does not have to be limited to the mission though. You can include events that take place before and after, as long as they have some relevance to the mission, or are set relatively close to its occurrence. Below is an example of a mission narrative written by a pilot in the PBF (Patriot Battle Fleet - Xwing game). Note: narratives can be short and sweet, or long and detailed, its up to you.
Example Mission Narrative
(Thanks go to ADM Indiana Bridger for this):
PBF 206......
The dark haired man who stepped last into Phoenix Squadron's briefing room was most certainly not the usual pilot that bore the calsign Phoenix 11, although there was a striking resemblance between him and Indiana Bridger. The man grinned at Mike Bullian in a familiar way and flashed the other man a thumbs up. Mike grinned back, but didn't move. They obviously knew each other in some way.
The man stepped up to Colonel Horn and handed him a datacard from the pocket of an old gray flightsuit. "My cousin regrets that she's not here to fly with the squadron, but between her coordination of setting up a base on Xenen and her two new little ones, it wouldn't be a smart move to leave the Aurora Force at the moment. She sent me instead. Captain Nylan Bridger, Procurement and Supply, reporting for duty."
Corran Horn, Jr., looked the man up and down, trying to keep a semi-disgusted look on his face. Procurement and Supply his foot! This man might have been so once, long before, but he most certainly wasn't anymore. He had the bearing of a fleet command officer, or perhaps an Intelligence officer, if they even had any sort of bearing. Corran shook his head. "Go sit down. I've got to get this briefing underway."
Nylan settled down in a seat in the rear corner of the room, his green eyes focused forward on where the briefing began. It was all pretty straightforward, but parts of the briefing documents were unreadable, which made him nervous. The objective seemed clear, though--take the Echo Hawk.
Strapped into the cockpit of his fighter, Nylan began to have second thoughts. It had been a long time since he'd flown an X-wing. His leather-clad hand squeezed the stick of the T-65. He almost shook his head. Too long, it had been. He just hoped he wouldn't get anyone killed. Before him, hyperspace suddenly faded into realspace, and the fingers of his free hand flipped the throttle to full, his shields and lasers to maximum recharge, and found his first target--a TIE fighter outbound from the Echo Hawk. There were three, and his CMD dubbed them Alpha Flight. He launched after them as Y-Wings dropped into the system.
The Force flowed around him, enveloping him, as it should a good Jedi. He lost all sense of what was occurring, all he heard was a buzz in his ears--he was one with the Force, flying as one with the Force.
Then, suddenly, he found himself going head-to-head with a single corvette. He checked his magazine and cursed. No proton torpedoes left. He didn't bother to check his shields as he flew at the corvette--another was doing its death-roll nearby, a slow barrel-roll as fire erupted from random points along the hull.
His consoles exploded suddenly, bathing him in flame. Nylan's jaw clenched, willing himself not to scream, as his ejection seat propelled him away from his crippled fighter. For a few moments, he blacked out. He awoke to find himself being jostled by a tractor beam. He looked up to see an Imperial shuttle looming above him, and he murmured a curse. This was NOT good, not good at all.
Nylan fumbled for the vibroblade tucked into a pocket of his flightsuit, but his hands were shaking too badly, whether from the cold or shock he didn't know, for him to do more than fumble it out and watch it drift away into space. His helmeted head was dashed against the hatchway of an airlock, and again he blacked out.
Nylan Bridger woke to find himself in a cell aboard the Imperial-Mark II Star Destroyer HAMMER STRIKE, staring blankly at the ceiling. His left leg ached deeply, and an attempt at sitting up told him he'd injured his back and ribs--they'd screamed in pain. A shiver ran through him, and he wondered, offhand, if these people had realized who he was. I never should've been so stupid, he thought, to carry my ID card and to wear my tags on this run.
The cell's door opened; a woman stepped in. "Ah, Captain Bridger, you're awake. This is a fine thing. Now, you will tell us where you came from."
He sat up immediately and looked at the woman framed in the doorway, brandishing two blaster carbines and sporting a dark jumpsuit. "Cari?!"
Cari Kissick-Miller laughed and tossed him a carbine. "Let's get your sorry butt out of here. Be grateful you wore those tags, Tag never would have found you otherwise. She sent us to spring ya."
Nylan eased to his feet as a shout came from farther down the corridor. "Cari, you have him?"
Helping Nylan up, Cari shouted back. "Got him, Ryan! Let's blow this joint!"
Disbelieving and almost bewildered, Nylan limped with Cari out into the corridor and toward the rest of the Red Omega Commandos. With a sigh, Nylan noted that again he owed his cousin, Tag, his very life.
Indiana Bridger's arms were crossed as she watched Nylan get pulled out of the bacta tank. Mike was next to her, his arm around her shoulders. "I should've just come out and flown the mission myself," she quipped. "For all the time this run's lost me."
"Look at it this way," Mike said, kissing her neck, "you DID have time to look over those status reports."
Indy growled, still unhappy, then spotted Corran approaching. She nodded to him. "Colonel."
Corran nodded back. "Commanders." He cast a glance at Nylan, who was still drugged into unconsciousness and getting hosed down by the medics. "How's your cousin doing, Commander Bridger?"
"He's coming back with us to Golgan III. We'll leave him there while we return to Xenen."
"I imagine he'll have a story to tell."
"I imagine it'll be classified, sir, most of what he does ends up that way." She motioned to a medic. "Get him ready for transport, the WOLFSBANE leaves in half an hour." She turned back to Corran. "With all respect sir, as much as I would like to stay, I need to get back to my strike force."
Corran shook her hand. "Good luck to you out there in the Kartuiin Sector."
"Thank you, sir, we're going to need it." Indy kissed Mike briefly. "See you at Golgan, if not sooner."
Mike nodded and headed off to speak with Corran about something. Indy looked at her cousin again and shook her head with a faint smile. "Better him that me, I guess." She left medbay and headed down the corridor to file some last-minute paperwork before picking up some of the other Aurora Force members and flying back in to Golgan III.