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[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