The Admiral holds back the urge to sigh and correct The Recruit's usage of the term Libertarian, but as he has seen even high placed Libertonian dignitaries use the term he lets it slide.
"Well recruit, I'd say if you want to know my opinion you are putting the cart ahead of the horse here - shouldn't finding out what happened to your father be a priority and what you focus on? "
Blake respects the heritage of the people under his command, but struggles to understand how a ship can be more important that knowing what happened to one's family as a priority, Kusarian Culture or not.
"I would forget about the ship for now if I were you - it seems to me that if you find out what happened to your father in 819, chances are you will find the ship too.
I must make my leave now. I'd recommend your next steps would be to contact a Kusari records office -I am sure if you contact them over the Neural Net there willbe no need for your actual presence in Kusari. But it feels like if it were that easy your family would know what happened to him in the first place.
You might want to consider asking private investigators in the Bounty Hunter or Freelancer capacity with help of tracking your father's footsteps after his dissapearance - they will be much better suited for the job in Kusari than any of us would ever be as they can roam around and ask questions without raising eyebrows.
If even that fails - I'd suggest you try to request a private off the books appointment with Adm. Darkbeat who might call some favours in the LSF and/orLiberty Intelligence Agency. If anyone can find out someone's whereabouts - it would be them. But I would keep that option as the last resort if all else fails - we'd both have to owe them, and ask them to stick their noses into our private matters more than they already are.
Please don't forget to fulfill your duties in The Strike Force to the best of your ability in the meantime - it is still a priority however much I want to see you succeed in your quest.
Good Luck Recruit. "
The Admiral says as he slowly finishes the coffee he made during the exchange, and then retires to his quarters with a salute.
