To: Finn McCool CC: Max Wolf, Isamu Sato (Datapad), BlackBox

[AlphaWolf215]

The comms flickered into life. Wolf still siting in the captain chair, the ship in as bad a condition as before, but now he seemed to be bathed in a red light. The whole bridge seemed to have a red tint to it, then it clicked. Emergency lighting. The ship clearly didn't have long left. For once in his life, Joseph didn't have a glass of whiskey at the ready either

Ms Winterton, I must apologise profusely for my delay. It's a wonder I got the communications array working in this state.

As you can see. My vessel is in a state of disrepair, destined for the scrapyard rather than a refit currently. I'm holding her together, and searching for a suitable replacement, but still, time is of the essence here, I'm sure you'll agree.

I would prefer to visit you at Ingenuus. I will bring a team of three, or four if you include my AI BlackBox. From there, with Mr McCools permission, and I'm sure your supervision, we would like to collect some data, and recieve any plans we can from yourself about the core in question. If this is possible, please let me know.

Regardless of your reply Ms Winterton, we are setting course for Cayman now. I can't afford to delay, and even if you can't help me, I'm sure Finn would take a gander at my ship, over a few beers of course.

Until then Ms Winterton,

Councilman Joseph Wolf
Secretary of Fleets and Diplomatic Affairs
Solar Runners

BB projects once more, this time you see them talking. From the looks of things, they are talking a matter of time, although you are not quite able to determine how long

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