To: RPC Vatan

[Lobster]

<div align="right]//posted with zapp's permission

Somewhere inside a darkened room, a metalic clang was heard. The printer jumped to life, its buzzing and shirring giving birth to a freshly inked sheet of paper. As it landed on the desk it was attached too, the man in the chair leaned over, picking it up. After skimming over the contents, he swiftly rose without a sound, and made his way over to a more well lit desk. A stout, important looking man was sitting there, and with a nod of his head, he accepted the paper and read over it.

399UJFKSKNOIWJFLWMEFOWLWO2-IIJOFJ9FLKMFOWLKWFOIFNOWNW-WJIUFIU2LKJFKNLEKLFJNWLFKLJNOWFOOLKN2OOV2OFV0OMFA-FNEIREVIRUPNRU8IREY8BGRQOJN3FUOYOA893K3MNNDNHJDWOFUAFLaaann
ocation: scrambled]]
[[Recipient: Gerald Lucas, RPC-Vatan]]

[[Message Body:]]

We have what you seek. The Omicron sector is where you must search.



[[:Message End]]

[[Warning: this Comm ID is no longer registered to the Liberty Navy]]
[[End Transmission]]

After reading, the stout man leaned over, looking to the assistant who has just delivered the message.

"Intercepted?"

The smaller man shifted, "Yes sir, off one of the relays in Sigma 17. The encryption was easy enough to break. Its an old Libertonian code."

The portly man peered up at the assistant. "Libertonian?"

"Yes sir. Its an outdated one. About a year old by my guess."

The larger man leaned back in his chair, his fingers raised to stroke his chin thoughtfully. "Outdated or not, Libertonians in our future lebensraum is something we cannot tolerate. It also means they have managed to slip through our scanner nets undetected. This is unacceptable. Dispatch Spezielle Abteilung Sieben to investigate."

"I will send the orders, Sir." The smaller man slinked back to his desk.

The darkness once again consumed the room.