LSS| Internal communication

[Mort]

Classified, Alaska 06. September 835 A.S.

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Sender: Samson, DCSO
Recipient: Liberty Security Squadron

Subject: Omega-55 Convoy operation post-action report

Priority: High
Encryption: High

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Gentlemen,

we just got back from Omega-55, and let me tell you – that place makes the ass end of Ontario look like Manhattan’s upper districts, and I’m starting to think Core pays us in adrenaline and existential dread. This one was an interesting route: Alaska to Omicron Delta, then a hard burn into the swirling piss-storm that is Omega-55. Command sent a cruiser and few fighters to escort my Bison to Dagger Outpost to meet some Core informant who promised “something that’d make the other tech look like toys.” Normally I’d call bullshit, but the Intel boys swore this was worth the risk.

Officially, we were running a “logistical support” op - selling a crate of “surplus” bioneural processors to Durban Station. Real cutting-edge junk Liberty “accidentally” over-produced. Good cover. Even better profit, if you’re into that kind of thing.

Unofficially? We were there for the real prize. Dagger is the kind of place where the air smells like ozone and regret. Our Core contact handed in a thing: which he got from an abandoned research outpost buried in the Rejkyavik Nebula - Deisenhausen Station. What we retrieved wasn’t just another piece of alien scrap. It was a Nomad Power Cell – still humming, still alive. Felt like holding a heartbeat in my cargo hold the whole way back. Core says it’s one of the most stable samples they’ve ever seen. If we can use this thing? We’re talking energy shields that don’t fail, guns that don’t overheat… maybe even jump drives that don’t need Sirius-grade fuel. That’s where we’re sending this beauty once we secure it - straight to Chesapeake’s labs, where they’ll tear it apart and figure out how to make it sing for Liberty. But the run got even sweeter. The Core threw in a cache of APM Advanced Hardware - exotic components from their research into AI, Nomad, and hybrid tech. We loaded the hardware alongside the cell, and hauled back through the gauntlet without incident.

The real kicker – while we were docked at Dagger, the local Core commander slipped me a starchart. Says the Omegas aren’t just border systems. They’re gateways. Deep, uncharted space full of dead worlds and things that ain’t so dead. Places not even the Order’s fully mapped. No names, no coordinates, just whispers. And now 'em wants us to help ’em poke the dark.

So yeah. We brought back more than just a glowing battery. We brought back an intel which can make us interested of pushing way to Deep Omegas.

SIGNED, SAMSON, DCSO

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