Unidentified signal

[_WOLF_]

# CENTRAL CONTROL CENTER
# TIME: 11.08 11.03.835
# STATUS: TOP SECRET

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ROCK STATION

- Attention. Sir, weak signal detected. Most likely from a lifeboat. A few parsecs away. What's your order, sir?
- This is the corsair's area of influence. It's likely the signal's already been sawed off. I think they're already looking for it.

- Sir, there are no ships in the area. We may be able to get to the peeling point sooner.
- Lieutenant, our station is in neutral mode. Our orders are not to interfere in the political processes of the Sirius sector. But, uh. on the other hand, we must explore and investigate. And there may be important data on that lifeboat. The ACR believes big changes are coming soon and they will undoubtedly affect us too. Send a team. Yeah, and if anyone else, but you got me, Lieutenant.
- Yes, sir, no one and no sign of anyone

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[_WOLF_]

# CENTRAL CONTROL CENTER
# TIME: 01.29 22.03.835
# STATUS: TOP SECRET

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ROCK STATION

from the logbook
Memories
- Oh gods, they've broken through the west gate...
- Ahmed, take five men and try to hold them off. We need time to get the families out through the secret passage.
- Yes, father. I'll try to win as many as I can. Goodbye father, keep my son safe.
...Mountain trail. A few dozen men are slowly marching south. Most of them women and children. An elderly warrior sits on a rock and looks back to where they just left. Home. The aul sawed by fire. Everyone he loved most was left there. His son Ahmed, his hope and support. He stayed behind to give his family a chance to rebuild. A tear rolled down the old man's weathered cheek with scarred cuts. He, as head, is obliged, for the sake of his son's memory, to revive the former glory of the ancient family. A family that has never bowed the knee to anyone. Praised the gods and the ancestors. Somehow the gods had turned their backs on them. Had they angered them? There were too many enemies today. But as long as one phantom wolf lives, the clan lives. And they will have their revenge.
The old man rose from the stone, cast a last glance at the fortress and quickly, adjusting the short sword on his belt, set off to catch up with the fugitives....

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