――――――――――――――――――――――― 〘Set Subject: Omicrons, and beyond〙
⫸ 'Ay boss. One has left for Freeport 11 to negotiate with the Zoners. I took the liberty of managing his mailbox while he's gone. Normally it should be Eleven doing it, but... he got roughed up a bit. He and One had some beef, if you catch my drift. Anyway! Its nice to know you've got our backs. And we've got yours in turn. Noth Squadron will stay put while your forces continue the attacks in the deeper Omicrons. Now of course, that doesn't mean I can't try and help a little, so.
Me and the boys caught a funny looking ship -- some sort of really fucked up armadillo with flatulence problems. They call it an 'Archon', I think. None of us has the rank to properly carry out the naming ceremonies, but you do. Honor her with a name, boss. I'll make sure it flies true and helps out your fighters in the field -- quietly.