Transmission sender: Bobby Singer
Target Recipient: Liberty Navy High Brass
Encryption: Duct tape and Bubble gum.
'Ey there, Navy boys.
I guess my attempts in space din' right do it fer yeh, what with yer pilot seemin to preoccupied with gettin back ter his desk te' fill out reports an what not. He did do me a solid in gettin that Xener teh bugger off though. I told 'im I had some ripe infermation bout them spooks like te' call 'emselves the Liberty Security Force, but I wasn' goin te say nothin without some kinda protection.
Seein as how I'm now makin this transmission from my cockpit, floating in an undisclosed location, I guess I'm needin te let ye in on a bit more than I already told ye boy. Them LSF types are right tricky ye see. Got themselves some neat tech they dun let run amok. She wasn't too bad a looker though, I'll tell ye that. Not every day yeh see an android looking as human as her. She dun got a right strong hate fer them LSF boys and she wasn't to hard te tell us Rogues bout what they dun to 'er. Strange thing that gal... a bot made to look an act human, an she got some right crazy bits to 'er.
But if'n yeh wantin any more info outta this old spacer, then yeh best respond te this wave. I'll leave it open fer a reply whenever yeh can manage te get yeh heads outta yeh butts. Don't keep me waitin now... I dun wanna sit out here in space fer teh rest of muh life. 3 Square meals ana warm bed is what I'm askin fer in return fer this info... and teh safty of a navy prison to, not some LPI toy factory like sugarland.
*Waking suddenly from a rather loud screech of metal grinding against the hull of his fighter, The man looks around before wiping his face.*
Ugh... Frakin scrap fields.
*Taking a quick look at his scanners finding that there was nothing of any real threat, he adjusts his seat and depolarizes the glass to take a look outside.*
This place'd make a good junk yard. Oh, bugger all, 's that line still open~?
*He quickly moves to check his comms array, finding it was still transmitting nice and clear.*
Your information is intriguing, though we are not exactly in a time for a proper chat. Turn yourself into one of the Naval Battleships around Liberty, and we will sit down when I can send someone.
If this information is a farce, I'll send you to the Police.
Vice Admiral Ceres L. Valentine
CO, LNS-Unsung War
Liberty Navy First Fleet
Important:This communication remains the property of the Liberty Defence Forces and is subject to the jurisdiction of the Neural Net Communications Act 807A.S, Section 30. If you have received this message in error, you are requested to contact the sender and delete the communication.