A Memory Faded

[Spectre]

"Well, in the event you couldn't tell, my friends have ties to the Order. By that, I mean some of them still follow Orillion's original goals, and they took us to the main base at Carthage to fix up the ship." He sat up, reaching forward and pulling the other sandwich towards him, truthfully a little hungry himself.
"It took a damn long time, I'm guessing since they have other things to do than repair ships that don't belong to them.. The crew and I were offered some amenities through some... 'friendly persuasion', but the repairs took so damn long.." He took a bite of the sandwich, sitting back and chewing with a rather noticeably satisfied smirk on his face.
The framed picture on the wall Sader would be looking at seemed unusually placed for it's locale. The ship, funnily enough given the Fleet's new transfer, depicted an artist's rendition of the Osiris decloaking and opening up on the L.N.S. Omaha.

"It took nearly a year before they finally let us go, but the repairs are, as you can clearly tell, sketchy at best. She survived the trip back, though, and we only really had that transponder to worry about. I'm still impressed that they had a year, and shes still a mess.."