Hellfire Legion Message Dump (AO)

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A new Battleship, and many escorts just enter Vespucci... all over America Base the sound of alarm and the words "Battlestations! I repeat: all hands, battlestations!" were already thickening the air. The Hellfire Legion's Supreme Commander Aralie Phelps was behind his desk, when he receives the report.

He thought to himself: mmm, an Outcast Dreadnought, mmm... It may be Frost.

- Open a channel, lieutenant.
- Yes sir.


**on the bridge of the unknown battleship**

- Sir, we are receiving a video feed. It's Aralie Phelps, sir.
- Understood. Patch him through.
- Hi Aralie...
- What the hell man!!! You should've warned us! We were this close to blast you out of the sky!!!
- Aww, I wanted to make a surprise... don't look so surprised. Those are the ships I have brought to aid the Legion. We came via Kusari, did a detour...
- Whatever. What is that you need? We need those ship in the field, and we need them yesterday.
- They are already battle-ready. I visited a friend of mine, on Rochester. And we thought to take care of a Liberty patrol. This will put a big smile on your face.





- Mmm. Seems you're not out of skill, Frost. Good job.
- Thanks... now, about the drink?
- What drink?
- You said that when I come, the drinks are on your tab... and I'm so thirsty...
- Alright, Frost. Leave your capital ship and the escorts at Phoenix, and come via fighter to America. Just to have a drink and a chat. What do you say?
- Consider it done.
- All right. Safe trip. Aralie out.
- Thanks, see you in the bar. Flight Control out.