Comm ID: Juan Lucendez
To: TBH Message Center
ID Trace: Disabled floating Decurion in Omega 3
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... damned machine, hello? This is Juan. Juan Lucendez and I'm reporting on our pirating expedition today. It started profitable enough, 3000 units of Deuterium for Yaren's dockhands to sort through and disperse to the fleet, as well as 300 Military Vehicles back to Crete for whatever they use them for. Many wonderful conversations and shots were had all in all until ... they came.
Apparently staying in one spot wasn't a very good idea, because two Mandalorians dropped out of the tradelane and started their attack. It seemed we were going into the fight with superior numbers until the transport went down and Carlson fled the fight, leaving poor little 'ole me. I could have ran, but I stayed, thinking that I was in a faster ship. The two mercenaries surrounded and would have killed me if not for the stupid Darkmatter storm that enveloped the system....
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stupid ... *static* ... comms fading .... *static* .... *kicking noises are heard as the signal fades*....
"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."
