Xeno Alliance communications (iRP) (FO)

[Capt. Henry Morgan]

Location: Ames Research Station, Kepler System

Glenn climbed out of the cockpit of his Viper Mk. I after it touched down on the Ames flight deck. On the surface, his job here was to escort the Xeno freighter that came to pick up supplies to carry back to Nome. In truth, though, he had another mission. Rumors held that a smuggler was moving slaves through here, and his job was to do what he could to release them. A risky proposition at best, since the Zoners are serious about their neutrality, and tend to treat any fighting on one of the their bases with extreme displeasure. Still, they couldn't risk engaging the slaver in space and take a chance that he'd just kill the slaves instead of releasing them. All he had to do now was bide his time and wait for Fastjack to get the name of the slaver ship to him, until then his time was free. Fortunately, luck was on his side, as the transport =WS=Humpback was in dock. The Humpback was commanded by his brother Gary, so he'd be able to catch up on old times while waiting for the slaver to arrive.

Glenn walked into the station pub, and immediately saw his brother sitting at a table near the windows.

"Gary!" Glenn called out. He saw Gary looking around, trying to find the one who called his name.

"Glenn! What are you doing here? C'mon over here and have a drink with me!"

Glenn sits down in the seat across from Gary. "I see you've been doing well for yourself, Gary. I'm sure dad would be proud."

"Well, he always did want the best for all of us. I heard you hooked up with the Xenos. I'll admit that comes as a bit of a surprise. You were always the most straight-laced of us. Never figured you for going radical."

"I know what you read in the news about us. That we're terrorists and thugs. None of that nonsense is true. We're practically the only ones left still fighting for Liberty. Honestly, I feel like I've fulfilled my Navy Oath more now than I ever did while wearing a uniform. No matter what they say about us, we're not murderers."

"Glenn, you're my brother. You know that I'd never judge you. I'm sure that you believe in what you're doing, or you wouldn't be doing it. In my line of work, there really isn't much room for politics, other than knowing what not to carry where. I actually don't come through Liberty much anymore, you're lucky you caught me here this time."

"Well, I'm glad I did, it's been a long-" Glenn heard a beep from his portable datapad, signaling that he had recieved a message. "Hold on a second, I've got to read this."

Glenn opens the messages and sees the following.

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Glenn,

It wasn't easy, but I managed to get the information on that slave smuggler. Seems that he's covering his activities pretty well, and that's made him tough to track. Got the name of the ship for you anyway, though. It's a GT-1 "Whale" GMG Transport named the =WS=Humpback. I couldn't get the information on it's Commander or crew, but Whales usually only keep small crews, so this shouldn't be too difficult for you.

Good Luck

Fastjack out.

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Glenn looked at his brother in disbelief.

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