>>>Incoming Transmission<<<
Comm ID: Richard van Pelt
Location: Planet Manhattan
A rather irritated young man is pacing in the video feed, his blue eyes darting about
Right uh...well I'm pissed. Royally, if that could apply...heh. It was a long day, myself and Arbiter Crow caught and dealt with several folk early on. Even worked directly with the LPI, as I recall.
I then withdrew to Rochester, eatin' lunch and...yeah, well leave it at that. Launched my trusty salvager, and what do I find, but 2 LSF cruisers and a battleship firing upon Rochester. Turns out they were after some hacker that had run to us, so I politely took down the information on that perpetrator, forwarding to Rochester dock control.
A voice is heard in the distance, asking the blonde haired male to return to the living room
Suppose I should...One final word before I go. I hope the "fine" we're paying buys us some competence from the navy folk, 'cause the latest xeno-phantom-nomad assualt on my liner, right outside Manhattan was not a stellar display of tax dollars at work.
Still also looking out for that sack of dirt, Claymore. Methinks he's gone to ground however.
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