Commander of the gunship NCC Custodian Alferez Aaron Orwell
*The naval officer on screen shows concern on his face and is adjusting hastily a pistol holster on the belt of his teal uniform. Behind him, several similarly dressed sailors run across the scene, while a screaming alarm sounds in the background. The officer manages to attach the holster and looks at the camera.*
Greetings, Field Maestre.
I'm contacting you to report of the Custodian's immediate departure to Omicron Zeta. We've been stationed at Freeport 11 for the last three days, performing routine repairs and resupply. Yesterday the station received transmissions from several nearby Zoner ships warning of a massive Nomad presence on Omicron Zeta. It appears that a horde of these unholy aberrations has emerged from nowhere and is currently mercilessly attacking human installations in the system. It looks like it's a Core station, and another of The Order.
There are rumors of very tough battles with the alien forces, and it seems that a massive evacuation of these facilities is taking place. We've obtained the coordinates of their locations, so I've decided to declare maximum alert on the ship, order the crew to board and head immediately towards the conflict zone.
We'll be leaving in a few minutes, and I hope to reach the objective in less than seven hours. We'll focus on defend the human forces present and evacuate to those poor souls from the stations, but if we can we'll also destroy as many of this cursed abominations as possible, Deux willing.
On my way to Zeta I'll try to contact the NCC Militant Lance of Alferez Garcia, that went out on patrol four days ago and should be near Tokelau Ice Cloud. That area interferes terribly with communications, and I'm not sure I'll be able to find him, but if I do, we'll both head to the objective together.
May Our Lord protect us in this dark hour, and if we must die today, we'll do with holy joy, fulfilling His Sacred Mandate.