Irregular Apocalypse, Melbourne Station, Tau-44, 17:25 Sirius Standard Time.
"That's good to hear. About the Pathfinder I mean." Rasim then leaned forward and lowered his voice. "I too, know that we can not win this war, unless a miracle happens and people get their shit together. My people are still busy hiding from rice lovers and throwing all the things they got to fight Enclave. Now I think you think 'why a Colonial called me to this place?' right? Well, you are correct about I did not sent you the message for a calm talk. Not every Crayterian are happy about what happened at Omega 3 and later happenings. Some of us had families in the Guild and I am sure some Guildies were Crayterians before. This mess? It has to stop. If we put huge bridges across thanks to struggles of a madwoman and turncoat Admiral, how are we going to trust eachother and come out alive against those sniffers?" Then Rasim took a sip from his drink. "We need to put aside our differences. If folks at Sevastopol did it back then, we can do it too. What do you think, Anton?"
