The dome's usually silent emergency broadcast audio system activates with the sound of static permeating the air. A tobotic female voice is heard barely uttering the words:
~ Commencing transmission ~
~ Signal strength at 100 % ~
After a few seconds of silence and then a deafening screech , an unfamiliar voice blares out of the unfortunate sound equipment.
I'm glad I've finally gotten this old communications equipment running. Alright then, down to business as usual! I'm broadcasting this message through the station's closed audio system from the comfort of my quarters in the lower engineering section in order to thank and congratulate all the engineers and technicians who were so kind as to procure me all the equipment I requested of them since the commencement of my exploratory trip to Liberty's external systems.
After so many unfortunately hostile encounters with Outcasts, Xenos, Liberty Rogues and so on it's good to see that something did unfold as planned. I returned to find my room unsurprisingly messy and cluttered with various dated gadgets and other technologically outdated items such as the ancient keyboard and power coupling you shall see in the displayed photograph.
The dome's sky becomes black and is suddenly replaced by the following photograph.
The engineers in this section of the station were more than glad to let me look through all the "garbage", as they called it, that had amassed within the local storage areas and so I did not waste a second and procured myself all items I considered of interest. As the ancient saying goes: "One man's garbage, another man's treasure". I shall not share with you the purpose of all this equipment for part of it is painfully obvious and the other fairly not of interest to any of you.
As you can see in the photo currently occupying the sky, my quarters are an absolute mess and even more so lacking in space. Do not let such matters concern you as I prefer my quarters cozy and ever so slightly claustrophobic. What does bother me however is that gracious dark-furred feline you can see on the floor. The little fellow is fairly friendly and from what the engineers tell me he's been wandering this section for about a week. He's only been with me for three days and he just won't leave me alone for even a second. He's well-fed as I and the other locals have been feeding him on a regular basis and he seems pretty contempt with his current condition. There is something fairly strange with this fine member of the feline family, however. There is an item I found in the storage room that unnerves him whenever I go near it, a slobbery gag-ball I found on the floor behind some collapsed storage crates.
Should the owner of this beautiful animal hear this transmission, please contact me at once. Again, a warm "thank you" to all those who have tirelessly worked to ensure I receive all the equipment and items I requested.
CW|Ghost out.
The sky returns to its regular shade of clear-sky blue and the robotic voice is heard once more.
~ Transmission end ~
The sound of static is briefly heard once more before the abused speakers finally go silent.