To: The Core

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Comm ID: Tal "Underscore" Ravis
Location: Tethered to FP11, Omicron Delta
Encryption: On Lock
Priority: High
Subj: Give me money please

Y'know, I never had a problem with the Core.

Until now. Check this out:

Look at this. One of your boys (or "girl", if you count that Jess thing as one) decided it would be funny to stick a Mortar a bit too close to the rent-a-storage-locker section and inadvertently sent a few razor-sharp bits of shrapnel into MY locker. I don't like bits of molten metal flying into my belongings at incredibly high speeds, and I'm sure you don't like that kind of crap either.

So why'd you do it to me?

The damage is evident, and I'm expecting you clowns to foot the bill for your negligence. This M1911P, with aftermarket double heat sinks, cost me about five-thousand credits. Combine that with its sentimental value and the stockpile of ammunition in the locker next to it that got spaced, and you jokers owe me a lot of money.

Consider this a formal complaint and a warning before I start killing things like some kind of cancer. Remember: God forgives.

I don't.

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