The Wayfarer

[The_Godslayer]

System: ▓▝▝▝ UNKNOWN ▓ ▓ ▓
Location: - tt-rr-321561--▝▁ ▁ ▁ ▁▝ RV-Wayfarer, Lab C

▁ ▁ ▁ ▁ - lb - 88 - 14 - 7C - 04 - ▁ ▁ ▁ ▁

There was a brief silence as the green flame within the crystal flared up, illuminating the leering grin etched onto the crystal's surface, and then...

"Oh, that's it? No "Hi, how are you"? No "Long time, no speak"? Just straight to business?"

He laughed for a moment, either at his own joke or at the man before him, and got to business as well.

"Artemis holds two bases. The one we both saw in Tau 29, and the former Freeport 12 in Galileo. From what I found staking out their bases, their supplying is done by third parties. I found an unfortunate soul who had seen a single recon drone belonging to them. Nothing else. To hunt them, aim for 1800 to 2000. To hunt their suppliers, 0600 works fine. Outside of stalking their suppliers, I don't have all too many means at getting at them. See, for some reason, they don't let me dock on their bases. I think they don't like the color of my skin, heh."


"To be fair, I don't like them either. They turned a bustling freeport of desires and wants into a stale hunk of metal. Even the people there are barely more than machines. They lack souls. They lack drive. They lack humanity, funnily enough. I've not a clue if your mark desires their death or destruction, but if she does, I would be more than happy to... align the stars in assistance of their speedy demise."

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.͈̤̺̼ͣͭ͞҉̘̀ͫ̉.͎̬ͦ̔ͧ̍̾̃̍̇ͣ͝.͕̺̰̘ͧ̏ͥͬ̃.̪͙͕.͏̖͉.̴̯̤̭̟̍ͣ̄.̩̩͖͙̻͓̞̏ͨ̈́͋͒͂͆̃͛͛͟.̙̭̳́̂ͤ̀͘.̲͇̹ͩ̾̆ͨ̀ͫ͘͞.̘͕̮̟̉ͯ̃̒ͮͩ̂͘̚͜.ͅ҉͗.̵̣͕̄.̷̶̩̰̮͖̹̍ͮ̅ͨͤ́̉̎̇ͨ̍.̵̡̦̓̉ͬͅ.̸̬̞͋͂͑ͭͤ̑.̱̉͟.͏̛̳̺̟.̷̝ͩ͛.̜͍̏̒͌͗͢.̪̠̙̩̥̟͑ͬ̑̀́ͭ̾̀--+̸̸̴̣̠̠͍̦̫͂̓͗̐ͨͭ͘+̴̧̻̰̦̯́͊͒͗͌̐ͥͩ̐ͭ̔͟͞+̜̻͙̪̞ͥ̓ͯ̇̀͜͡͝͞+̫+͚̟̝͔̠̙̗̤͛̅̉̿͒̓ͬ͊́̚-̵̘̳̻̫̜̆ͥͯ̏͆̍͝͏̓-͕̰ͬ͂͛-̸̧̯̮̣̙͒ͣͧ̀͗҉̷͉̳̀ͣ̂ͪ͠-҉͓-̮̩̰̪͙̹̇ͪ̆̄͂̈ͧ́́̐́͘--▄▀▀▀

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I'll do something about my superiority complex when I cease to be superior.

"Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin' your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken?"