To: The Crayter Republic | From: [Redacted]

[Foxglove]

COMM-ID: Department of External Affairs, National Council
TARGET-ID: The Crayter Republic

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INITIALIZING MESSAGE

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As the message began, there was static for a few moments before a panting was heard and a male voice began to speak. "H- hello? Alright, listen. I don't like you, and you don't like me. Still, I f- found something-" The voice stopped abruptly, a hiss escaping the speaker's throat as though suffering a searing pain. "They're planning to bomb that station in the orbit of Yuma. Minerva? Whatever, that one." There were heavy steps in the background before loud banging filled the room the speaker was standing in, incoherent words bellowed behind him, yet somewhat subdued as though there was a wall, or a door between them. "Shi-" the voice muttered, a hint of desperation creeping into his sonorous voice. "Listen, I don't want any civilians coming to-" Louder bellowing. A deafening bang and the sound of a body hitting the ground before the comm device was turned off.

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TRANSMISSION TERMINATED

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