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To: UPSA From:Bering System, Pacifica. Subject:Project Minuit and the Salvage Exchange..
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"‘Ey. Mohr here.
So I managed to finagle our rendezvous with the Gauls of EFL. Gorgeous transport they have there. Wouldn’t mind stripping one to the skeleton and figuring out how it operates – bristling with turrets and over three times the pressurised volume for only twice the physical size. Guess Rousse’s attitude towards his people’s technology is entirely jingoism and a lack of a worldview. The cloak-and-dagger cut as short as we could, we didn’t run into any inbound patrols. Clean and quick – a rare trade for ops considering how hot the Union is right now.
'Least we didn't get caught feeding the Royalists enough salvage to rebuild two guardians and three wraiths should they put their mind to it. I expect that's exactly what they'll trial-run.
What surprised me, is they didn’t stiff us out of the Prometheum, considering they had no other options and blowing us to hell would have cleared a lead. Maybe the Gauls are trustworthy. Hm."
The stuff is so explosive it came in canisters that were more canister than Prometheum. I let the tractor beam arrange it into the hold then sealed the bulkheads. ‘Parrently it’s the finest monopropellant catalyst known to mankind and only naturally occurs within the Gallic sector. We might be in possession of the only cylinders of the stuff in the cosmos. Also stuck in the shipment was a cargo of bio-stabillity modifiers. Now, I’m not a doctor – I’ve got no idea what these are, but apparently they’re subcutaneous nanites that’ll provide medical and surgical relief to pilots, soldiers, the injured, whatever and whoever is trusting enough to take them into their aeorta. Christ. I’m shocked I got back to Pacifica without the hull gutted from under me.
The Freeman Drive Commune techs are fractionating the fuel oil for Rousse’s CN02 cycle engines now. We can’t expect it’s going to be up to EFL standards or even that of gallic civilian availability, but it’ll run without blasting his tail off. Candidly, I’m excited to see what the man can do in his own fighter. "
"A lynx of Bering. Won't that be a miracle."
Till the rounds come round, came round for me.
Lukas Mohr.
Oberarbeiter, Bering.
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