We understood your order.
Well, if it is necessary, we will do it.
However, I ask you to warn your people about our mission. I do not think that our pilots want to be killed by mistake.
What about alcohol - when our scattered people had their homes at the IMG, we drank their whiskey. A pleasant drink, has notes of the aristocracy.
If the command wants to try Gallic wine - we can deliver a couple of boxes of wine from Roussillon. If The Council won't shoot us, of course. But I think I can solve this problem.
The delivery point is the Planet Yuma, as I understand it.
Meanwhile, we need your help.
Not so long ago, a patrol of one of our wings discovered the ruined remains of a very large ship. Large enough to interest me.
However, Atrum Exercitus don't have sufficient forces to capture and deliver this heap of metal to our territory. And certainly, we do not have shipyards to repair this ship.
Undoubtedly, our engineers can try to fix it right in space. But it's dangerous and very long. I can not guarantee the safety of my people in such conditions. It worries me.
However, we can not delay the repair of the ship for a long time. Sooner or later, the ship will be discovered by other forces. Perhaps more capable than we are.
And no one can guarantee that these people will not act on this ship against us.