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Probable corruption sources: Transponder malfunction, heightened background radiation in sender’s immediate system, transponder is oriented towards parent body.

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Transmission Ident: Unidentifiable. 94% transmission match with Samura-designed Emergency Broadcast Transmitter pings.

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-Signal is consistent with an active personal escape pod transponder.-

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-Attempting to collate data. Estimated collation time: 23 minutes 45 seconds, Terrestrial Standard time.-
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Transmission strength: Weak.

Disclaimer: outputted text should be considered machine auralisations of the imputed file, and not a literal representation of neither the true voice of the user, nor the exact wording of the user. Words and phrases considered excessively vague will be presented with alternative possibilities. Interpretative text should be used only as a last resort for audio file interpretation. Agiera makes no guarantee of 100% product success, and cannot be held legally accountable for any ramifications of the product misinterpreting inputted data. Agiera also notes that VI translations do not compare with AI or Human interpretations, and should be used in parallel with the given product.

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Unpacking text… 5%…..13%….27%…..31%….55%….72$%….74%….90%….100%.
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Decryptor's note: "The Sender appears to have been gibbering in hysteria, or deliberately speaking in code. Due to the claimed trauma of her circumstance and the eloquence of the sender, it's likely she has been speaking through both."

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Sender ID: Nishi Adeline Darche.

If you can read this and you don’t know who I am, stuff it. I don’t have much time - I have no time, time is a luxury for fatboys and richcats, or.... mh, something! Relay this message through civilian node two-two-Eta Hokkaido Shiden node, if you care to save a human a life/strife? <stop>.

Those who/whome? stalk/strike? amongst the graveheads and make krakens out of dead fibre and alloy will have captured/raptured me/we?<stop> Honshu, East Chuyu/Ryu? <stop>. <Illegible> I have three minutes remaining to me before queen of hearts triggers all my communications to jam, four before tractor <stop>. Will be naught but nothingness there by the time help arrives <stop>. It’s an Order/warder light… ff.. head, damn… L.F, so nix on ion trails. Tricked out passive cooling arrays, looks like a scythe blade front-ended a Liberator. Strike sender as M.I.A until proven KIA - probably K.I.A.<stop> Pod fubar: Cannot/canned_nuts? Depressurise, Cannot induce <Illegible>…atal rotation pre-interception: no bloody reaction control, no impulse <stop>. Can’t prang/Can’t hide/Can’t suicide equals Sisterhood/blistered_wood? compromised.... Can’t enter cryostasis = bladder full, there’s cleaner ways to die and she’d just… patch me up, can’t pi<static> will attempt active stasis <stop>. Thoroughly f<screwed>ing head bruise the size of a deep-pan pizza topping, cut lip, rib three right colandered <stop> snorting like a LPI reservist or a GMG at poor people…<static> if captured may suffer dreamless sleep, if unlucky they’ll use stab… will be a… horrorshow; nightmare stuff. Brain feels like slepnir’s cantering around it. Genuinely/menstrually? hit Juju <stop>. Seven G polyaxial rotation/flotation? can’t reach pistol in pod for the Hemmingway escape - Goddess, kill me. Could do with a plate of Momma’s suet pudding <uncontrollable laughing> <stop>.

I’m dead to my estate: All monetary assets are to <illegible>…zen until better half quits Fuchu, in forty one years, eight months, twenty days <stop>. Tell him he’s a c<scrambled>ucker… I love him, his soul, his sappy, self-concieted ideals, the whole barstardly core of him, wrong or right -t ell him he’s stuck with me - tell him I forgive him for not writing an iota of sentiment to me and being a stone-hearted old creeper, and if he turns up dead on arrival, give him a viking burial or some neo-romantic tackshow like that<stop>. Total value of estate: two hundred eighty seven million credits… eighty six… I’m <scrambled>…accountant, do your own miserly math or get a grey-jacketed Cambridge type, whatever, sod off. Do it. Ma… <profanity> …god, I feel I’m a freakin’ djembe… coriolis … is bad, lips-to-teeth, close to <static>…If I cut out I’ve blacked out…

…mhm, fluid spots… on iris, can’t…focus. Focus… screw....

…Order interception in thirty seconds, coms near jammed, no idea if getting through, Toddy-tango dogchild here is a female, Overwatch helmet, cool demeanour, can’t… piss, I can’t place her accent <static>. Munen, I.. have visual confirmation of the tomb/tub? …eight…. eighty percent certain it’s our gem… ignorant toy-girl seventeen-year old barbie chick… blood dragon, she - she has access to it, knows where it is <stop>. Ami… k… nice, fun, balsa-thick blasé sheltered kid… Shogun, pre-Nagahide, can’t…. name, goddess damn, can’t <static>me her <stop>. She has/was? the key. Literal, not proverbial…. has a scroll identical…<scrambled> a la Corino’s shopping list. Photographic evi<static> destroyed on eject, crying shame <static> ….puts us back to first base <stop>. Agent…. agent made a passing comment about…. avoiding the edge worlds… <stop>. Interrogation likely within the border worlds, outside Kusari house space… within fuel range, as much as I freakin’ know what that is in an Onuris… Suggest Taus, Sigmas…. Tohoku or Chu<static> <stop>.

…Don’t be a bloody foolish whore to fickle sentiment, Munen <stop>. Don’t… don’t squander sisters on a rescue mission into unknown space. Love my sisters with as much tenacity as I do, and don’t act without data <static>. Don’t risk the flock for a lost sheep, you're -not- neo-Jesus, Christsake, Mu...<stop>.

....Goddess be praised, and let my bloom wilt with the <static>city of an old war-woman who has wound her clock down on her own terms, by her own sword <stop>. Come rain, come sun, they’re not going to make a Job out of me <stop>. <illegible> Back up my personal files, that’s why they’re earmarked that way <stop>. Get the Matsuda mobile as soon as her core can stagger up to full impulse - I’m proud of my girls; you’ve got some promethean engineers in there, Sister… gerrof' yer arseseat, it's up to you to carry the load now <stop>."

…The Order harlot will have the complete logs of this transmission and will likely use my own last-will-and-testament against me in-interrogation <stop>. Act accordingly <stop>."

Tell the Empress I fought them till my stem was snapped and my petals picked<stop>. Avenge me, Nemesis. Don’t let the bastards make a tool of my tongue. Wipe everything. The... VI, the Matsuda's docking codes, the cat's arse, my dresser, whatever, wipe it all, lest the kraken take the rest.<stop>
<scrambled>….So long. I'm just an abused old woman close to puking all over my own face. Dignified way to sever contact, huh <stop>.

Praise light your ways, sisters.... Don't be me. Don't get caught in the beartrap <stop>.
Let us live. Let us thrive. Let us fight <stop>.

...Without you, Munen, I would have taken a plasma bolt to the brain a long, long time ago when I first realised I deserved one over another second of sacred life. <stop> Thank you for giving me some of that borrowed time back, but hell... hell waits for no woman; There's no exception for me, chin up <stop>.

Goddess willing <stop>.

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[][][]:: Loading logfile, F21473-- unknown return ping
[][][]:: SBJ: AMB-D-09 -- EVENT -- 12th-- Crow Nebula signal detected

[12th]:: Cpt.Monroe: Patrol yielded nothing, but during our return to the Valencia, we stopped by one of the Ambassador Drones for a systems check. When we arrived, the drone was processing some kind of garbled message it picked up off the civilian SOS-feed. We've uploaded the whole of it that the civilian-hub's decryptor managed to piece together.
[12th]:: Cpt.Monroe: Don't suppose you know what this is about?

[Cmd]:: Comms Off. Camillo: Unclear, we're patching this through to the Inquisition. The data-structure is one often used by the Chrysanthemums, and the ID codes and transmission heading seem to support that it's one of theirs. If so, the Inquisitors will handle it and dole out the necessary information. Keep an eye on your inbox, they may have questions for you.

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To: []Ambassador Echo Drone data ping[]
From: Inquisition Admin Espinosa

Hell will have to wait a little while longer.
I've been keeping an eye on you Chrysanthemums; you specifically to a degree. I have no intention of letting you just slip away like that. Good effort, but no dice.

Let the heathenous Order see this and know: Their match comes for them.

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