To: 101st

[Miaou]

Madame,

Do you think a proud person of Gallia would come to you like this normally, let alone the Directeur of the Royal Police? Saddly, I thought something like this would never happen.

The person I look for has knowledge that I seek. Whoever it is, they have ties to those guardian spirit things you worship. Those... Nomads? I was able to piece that together as much. An agent of them seems to want me through, and to get there I need to get through the Omicrons. Now I thought your people thought highly of these guardians of yours.

In truth, I have nothing to give you. I could give you all of the information of the Gallic worlds, our structure, our ships. I could renounce my past life. I could sit around and listen to these damn voices in my head that draw me to the Omicrons. None of this will interest you it seems, and most of it I couldn't give you.

I'm going to go half insane if I don't reach the Omicrons simply because my mind is tearing me a new one trying to get there. I get these images in my head, one being me actually passing past your Malta. I don't understand it. I never thought this when I started this mission, but it popped in my head. Maybe asking you permission wasn't the best thing, I should just find my way through.

Excuse me if I ramble, I can't think straight. My request still stands.

Directeur Gerald Lucas, Gallic Royal Police

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