Last time I take a damn job from the Archimedes Division that drags me to Kepler.
How the hell do you people live here? These corridors are going to leave me with trauma. And who, exactly, thought it was a good idea to send a retrofitted transport through those storms?
Yeah, I know — it received the special Donagan treatment, and we’re safe from a certain level of radiation. Still handles like a damn Bretonian dreadnought stuffed with Bretonians officer.
Anyway. The databank made it to Kadesh without incident. I’ve set the relay toward Corinth, routed through Athens. The boffins over there will have a field day with it.
Oh... One last thing: you’ll have to pay me very well if you want me anywhere near whatever jump drive you’re about to cook up from this.