**The image flickers and the audio crackles as the as the broken broadcast attempts to make a connection. A man appears, his unshaven face hollow, his eyes exhausted but hopeful.**
“Can .. ou read me brothers?**shhhhhh** This is Orden former 101st. **shhhhh**”
Orden gives the monitor a smack and the transmission clears. “Ahh much better, this stolen ship is so rusted it’s barely holding air! My brothers, it has been far too long since my last transmission… four whole years since I last saw the orange fields of Malta! The Liberty prison guards practically killed me with their small rations of Cardamine…”
He reaches off screen and grabs his breathing mask taking long deep breaths. He lets the mask drop looking relaxed, “No trouble of that now though,” he says with a strained smile. “Still, an Outcast needs more than Cardamine. He needs his family.”
“I Orden Moreno am formally requesting readmission into the 101st. I promise you that I am just as capable as ever at protecting Outcast interest and ensuring the spread of the Orange Dream! Though, I have lost all my star charts, I could really use a guide to get me home…”
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