From: Jr. Lt. Pyotr Ledovskoy To: Coalition High Command Priority:Low
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The trip to the very core of Maltese space went smooth. Before the trip, I packed a bottle of vodka to keep myself warm, and a bundle of promotional material, just in case I stumbled upon someone who would like to hear the word of The Coalition. Apart from the occasional rookie patrol on the way to the Tau systems, my flight has not met any resistance.
Soon enough, after drinking half of the bottle, I found myself in "Omicron Alpha", there was no wreckage charted on my navigation map, so I had to fly around, scout the area. The resistance here was stronger, but nothing I couldn't handle. I noticed something big, surrounded with a lot of small debris on visuals very soon. My sensors could pick it up already. I went closer and closer, and after a quick survey, the scanner identified it as The Hispania. It was around that moment that another patrol of around five of those Maltese pilots were closing in. To avoid a firefight, I quickly slipped into the wreckage, and turned all systems off. By some luck, they never noticed I was there, they flew right past the wreckage.