Audio message sent to Tinkers Heaven.

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A scrambled audio single originating from Omicron Eta arrives at the communication center for the Tinkers Heaven.

The file starts out with static and what sounds like small arms fire.




"FLYNN! Isaac again! Really bad news this time! We're losing her! they've boarded the ship and it ain-"

An explosion is heard cutting off the message

"KEEP 'EM BACK! GOD DAMN IT!

Ain't gonna be able to buy you boys that beer! DO NOT GRANT CLEARANCE TO La.Amistad!


The sound of small arms fire gets increasingly loudly as screams can clearly be heard

" I repeat, do not grant clearance the ship has been tak-"

the sentence is cut short by what sounds like a shot gun blasting Isaac's face off.

A pair of voices is heard.

"Who do you think that message was too?"
"I dunno, but send it out anyway, let them hear the sound of their friends last breath."

[FynnMcScrap]

Far away in Texas the sounds ring out of the speaker system of a simple working terminal, and are repeated several times. Get replayed, filtered, modulated and analysed till the man working on the recieved file is satisfied he has not missed any information. Then the file is copied and marked, transferred to a data pad and attached to an electronic comnet data page.

Fynn then writes a short message and sends to file on.
For a while he stands at the small window pannel enabling him to look out at the distant debris fields, just visible behind the next trade lane ring and the line of security buoys.
Sipping from the glass of gallic wine in his hand he salutes out to the void of space, mumbeling a silent greeting to friends lost.

"And they aren´t even Tinkers, so no names will be engraved in the Scrap.
A pity, they would have been a good crew. Well, perhaps we will get some news."

As a last task he sits down at the teminal again, entering the commands that will delete La_Amistad from the docking registry.

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FynnMcScrap, Foreman of Tinkers Haven