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...::: Sending :-: Transmission Linked :::...
....::: Sender :-: Solar Runner Ashley X. Harper :::....

As of late, the Solar Runners have joined with Order forces in the search for a Nomadic Power Cell to bring their proto-type battleship back online. Councilman Joe and Councilman Max have both been put in charge of this Project

*** Incoming single burst transmission ***
*** Decoding and unpacking ***
***Sender : Gabriel Willson ***

I will be more than happy to help in this projectbut some tasks seem better to my liking
and after we get the replacement gunboat from the Colonials the work can begin on our side.
But skipping the chit-chatwe can also be helpful in Deep space reconisance and aswell Shuttling aperature and people

Yours trully
~Gabe


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Current Statistics:
Max Personnel Capacity: 4300
Crew: 1200
Civilians: 2100
Gravity: Full
Docking Facilities: Two heavy class docking facilities
Arment: ***CLASSIFIED***
Class: ***CLASSIFIED***

Tobias sits in his captains chair as the Transmission starts
Kallisti Councilman Harper
firstly i want to say that its a honour for me and my crew to be part of this mission even though we joined the Solar Runners not so long time ago...... thanks for that
He stands up and goes to a console
We are currently docked at Freeport 9 and the Valdivia is nearly ready. We are just doing the last systems checks. Also it seems we got a problem with our core energy output but it should be fixed soon wispers while typing on the console Stupid thing.......
He sits back on his chair
Anyways we should be ready to go when the mission start and my crew and i will do anything that this mission is a success..... Safe skies and good luck to us all
He stands up and salutes while the Transmission ends

-=Incomming Transmission=-
... Error: Failure Resolving Data Stream...
Retrying...
1...2...3...4...5...Data Stream Resolved, Displaying message...

*the static clears, showing a dischevled looking man sitting in a large, slightly worn chair with a green coat draped over the back, he is fiddling with the console in front of him, ontop of the console is a book and some tools*

Oh hey, it worked...

*he leans back in his chair and takes a deep breath*
if we are finally doing something other than poking at that impregnable shell next to the Kappa hole, you can count on me being there.

*the console in front of him sparks for a bit as he raises his arms to shield his eyes as the book sitting on the console is set ablaze*

ehh...yeah, we might be having a few problems with our...tactical systems, our targeting controls are constantly re-calibrating themselves...into erroneous vectors of course, we tried the standard procedures, that only succeeded in incinerating the... users manual...

*he rubs his grease smeared forehead and sighs* well, you can still count on our being there, our sensors still work, as do our engines and...well, everything else.

as for our purpose...

*he leans back and his expression turns serious*

do any of you know how ludicrous it is to be going after Nomad technology? putting aside the almost un-navigable spaces they stuff themselves, the tetrahedral mines they oh so love shoving down our throats, none the less their tendency to brain wash anyone they get their grubby little tentacles on...

*he smiles*

this trip sounds like fun, Gerard out

-=End Transmission=-

-=Incomming Message: Text Only...=-
Oh yeah, and the information pertaining to when and where we need to be got a bit garbled by the neutron star in Omega-41, could you perhaps re-send that?
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