*Claes appears on your monitor screen and nods before speaking*
"Amicos and Amicas, you may or may not remember, but the Ghosts have tasked us with finding a certain object that is apparently of exceedingly high value to them. As this was the reason we entered liberty to begin with im having Fenice send each of you the file.. Fenice, if you would please"

*Your screen is taken over momentarily by the ship AI*



::The object we have been tasked to find is a single "Khamun" class order storage cell, used to house most of their ships data recording equipment, known as a 'Blackbox'. This object is 780 millimeters in diameter and weighs almost 1.4 Sirius Tonnes. Its density making it nearly impervious to all but the most inhospitable environments::

*Fenice waited a moment before continuing*

::When disconnected from the host vessel the Khamun sphere begin to eminate a very specific but incredibly faint signal. The wavelength was provided by the hundred and first Ghosts of Razgriz and has been integrated automatically into your ships comm-link.::

*Claes continued, looking down from the cieling*

"Grazie, Fenice, This object was lost in the Pittsburgh debris field, although it is not certain where in the field it will be by now. Junker scrap and smelter operations are minimal in this cloud, so it should still be there."

"We are absolutely not permitted to open or attempt to breach the Cells sphere shell, technically we do not have the hardware required to do that anyway, but this is just a warning to those of you who might decide to try. if there is evidence that the shell has been taking direct weapons fire, you will be handed over to the Ghosts along with the Sphere when it is found."

"This needs to be achieved, we have been promised a large sum of money for its safe recovery. Once recovered, if the money covers the costs the Junkers are wanting for the latest scanner refit, we can return to Malta for temporary suspension of dutys, i.e. you get a holiday. If you dont do this job -before Ghost assassin squads start popping up and making life not so good for whoever it is they find first- we will not be returning home for a break and will remain in liberty for the foreseeable future."

"Signore Agulla will be in charge of this operation until its conclusion, forward any questions or reports to him"
"Claes out."

Horacio looked up as the screen in his quarters illuminated with an incoming message. Within a few seconds the familiar face of Claes appeared drawing a smile.
Claes then quickly launched into a message reminding them all about their current message.
Fenice soon took over with details that expanded upon the small amount of details he and his flight wing had been working with for the past few scouting patrols.

As Claes closed out the message with a few more details Horacio positioned himself before the screen and activated the video recorder.

"Ah, Fenice.
This is Horacio Agulla, flight leader of Patrol wing Yellow Two. This is the confirmation for myself and my wing to further our efforts with the new information.

Cio out"

With that he deactivated the camera and sent the video for Fenice to store.

Si si, it -always- has to be Liberty. Can't this thing be lost in some place cleaner? Like Planet Curacao maybe?

So we're supposed to find this bowling ball in a scrapheap around a larger scrapheap similarly shaped like a bowling ball in a gigantic scrapheap that's a sorry excuse for a house? Oh boy, this'll be fun.

Data Packet Download: Complete

So, this is the wavelength we'll be on? What?! What sort of detection range is that?!

...

Something tells me I'll be stuck in Liberty for longer than I'd like. I'd better pack a few more puke bags and nausea pills...

*Ricardo walks into his flat on Malta and turns on his comm systems, the message sent from Claes is displayed, he refills his Cardamine inhaler while listening. Then, he heads to to the comm table to record his reply*

Si! Si! Si! Si! I already know about that! We've been in Liberty for a too much cursed time. If that...thing... was there we would've found it by now!....*sighs* si, alright....I am coming back to Liberty, since you think that your intel is strong, I'll help..
Ric out..

*Feed stops*