To: Massimo of the Sails || From: Phoenix

[Soban]

Greetings Massimo,

I take it that giant piece of floating filth in the northern field of Omega-55 is not one of yours.

I am rather curious which Elder thought it wise to place such a valuable warship in the middle of one of the most Corsair-hostile systems imaginable.

If you can gather any intelligence on it, I would be most grateful.

Jonathan Cayran, out.

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Battleship Slax

'Sup,

Looks like I’m in for overtime.
I was hauling [REDACTED] back to Sparta [REDACTED] and apparently I’m not allowed a single fucking break.

We’d already noticed an increase in the usual infestation of the Corsair variety around the Omega-55 chain. I know some of you were hoping they were just running convoys toward Omega-47, but I’m afraid they’ve now deployed a whole bloody battleship out here.

A Murmillo-class — the Slack, or Slacks, or whatever they’re calling that ugly bastard. It may also be carrying a heavy scanner array, because those morons were blasting it hard enough for the reverberations to carry through the whole asteroid field. That is bound to wake up every Infected horror drifting around those rocks.

They’re operating fairly close to the Omega-41 jump hole too, so it’s hard to miss that oversized rock pretending to be a warship. Last sighting put them at roughly 17 klicks from the hole, which may start complicating our own convoy movements.

[REDACTED]

Things are about to get spicy out here.

Time for some rest at Sparta. Bye.

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Battleship Slack

Scan 1