To: Livadia Shipyard (Phoenix)

[Soban]

Halò Mr Miller.

Och, that’s quite the tale ye’ve got there. But I’ll be needin’ more details. The Vespucci massacre was years ago. I can’t help but wonder how ye survived so long wi’ a ship in that condition. Did ye stash her somewhere quiet, then slowly patch her up wi’ makeshift repairs till she was spaceworthy again?

I’m askin’ partly so I ken which drydock tae clear and what team tae ready—but more importantly, I’ve tae ask: what are yer intentions wi’ that ship? Who exactly are ye defectin’ to, seein’ as the insurgency’s long gone?

It’ll be a dangerous job, an’ I won’t put my crew at risk for a total stranger, if ye’ll pardon me sayin’ so.

Donogan, out.