Ghosts of the Past...

[Assassin Twin]

Hours into their search through Nightfall's ship.

Pieces lay everywhere around the docking bay Nightfall had left his ship in. What was still in one piece was not even recognizable as being a starship. Pulling a wire out of the transceiver, one of the mechanics notices that the wire is Platinum-like in substance. He knows that the wire that had been there was copper.
"Hey," He calls to his colleagues. "Wasn't this all copper wire in the transceiver?"
"It should be, " replies the old Outcast. "We always use the copper, too expensive to run the other stuff. And why waste it?" The grizzled old Outcast finishes as he leans down to look at the wire in question. "Humph, I ain't seen no wire like that before. Its like its made out of some super plastic, or something. Let me see that there." He says pushing the young mechanic to the side.
As he pulls himself under the large wire and metal bundle, the man says, "Huh, thats weird. Its like this is some alien design done to a radio. I think this think might be a little over powered. Lets hook it up, and check it out. I won't swear to it, but I think i heard something about a group making a radio that worked through air, and the vacuum in space making the air travel so quick and to anywhere, it would make for instantaneous communication anywhere in the galaxy." The old man continued as he moved the proper wires to the places they should have been. "Ok, try to turn it on."
The young Outcast turns the dial, and nothing. It doesn't even blink.
The youngster hits the box, "Nothing."
The old guy fiddles with the wires switching things around a little.
"Try now," He says.
The radio chirps to life, picking up a transmission in Kusari about landing on Shinagawa Station. Another from Rhineland, a cruiser finding contraband."Drop the cargo."...."No way, you aren't getting my load."...."Have it your way. Alpha leader to Rhineland Cruiser, seeking permission to fire"...."Permissiion Gran"......."This is Gateway Yellow.."
The young Outcast picks up the mic, "Hello, anybody able to hear me in Omicron Gamma? Over." He lets off the send button saying, "Yeah like we will get an answer from Gamma." Chuckling he sets down the mic.
"Gamma patrol Red Charlie Nine, report your position. Over." Comes clean and clear out of the radio. "Hi there, this is Carver, I'm in gamma, can you hear me? Where are you?" Follows it.
The old Outcast shoots out from under the thing with a look of disbelief. Sputtering he manages, "How could you have gotten to two people? Its like it was an open chanel in Gamma. You can't do that." Waving at the young man, "Talk boy, talk. Find out for sure you are getting heard."
[i]After confirming that they did indeed have a full open communication to ANYwhere in the systems. As if they were in that system themselves, even though they were on Buffalo Base in the Badlands of New York. They quickly shut it down and reported their findings to their boss and to Nightfall himself.

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Maxwell.Smart - Blood Dragon, by choice and imprisonment.

[N]Ulvnotisgi - Liberty Rogue VHF pilot