Xeno Alliance communications (iRP) (FO)

["Lachesis"]

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• Comm ID: XA-Lachesis
  
• Signature: Juvenile Nathan Brians
  

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DeathAdder was in space today, along with me, Racer and that new kid called Lavereck. We went to
California with a nice combo of two fighters and two bombers, so nothing can get past us. So we got
the lane to New York gate - That's the spot with highest traffic over the system, that's why we have
to fight with Rogues or Hackers or even worse, Casts over that spot - and it was strangely quiet at
the time we got there. So we waited there for a while and traders kept coming.

First we ran into this random IMG|BrightNail, who had a freelancer with him carryin a full load of the
Bretonian trash they call "Gold ore" and those Ageira fatcats pay crapload of money for. That IMG|
most definitely mistook us for a bunch of nice guys or thought we're fools like himself and tried to
talk his way out, telling the freelancer is with him and whatnot. Well, that didn't work for neither of
them, and we did what we had to do and took care of the Bretonian trash.

Then we took care of a couple of other traders too, and DeathAdder and that new kid took off, so
it was me and Racer going to New York to see what we'll find around the place, and it wasn't such
a waste of time, going to New York. Because we found this junked up Junker flying some cargo to
badlands and I bet my right hand that the cargo was going to those Rogues... Well, it didn't! Even
though that Junker was just at the edge of the badlands when we got him, we made sure neither
him, nor his cargo would make it into the badlands.

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