(FO) The Order Central Communications (inRP)

[Lance_Uppercut]

Comm. ID: R. Casse
Location: Battleship Isis, Omicron Minor
Subject: Perimeter patrol, 01600910

"Corporal Casse, checkin*static* ... in. Gaddann... one se..."

Following a loud thud, a half-full bottle of whiskey is seen blocking the leftmost 10% of the screen, and the audio returns.

"Alright, anyway, it's me. Just completed another patrol of the area.
In short, another snoozer. Had a few jellies 'round the Delta 'hole, but... well, let's just get down to it:
My route weren't nothin' special, but it covered all the important entrances to Minor. I planned to take the short route straight from the Isis to the Alaska jumphole, then straight to the area between Omicrons 92 and 100 jumpholes, then a short shot over to the Delta 'hole (heavens forbid), and then to the oft-busy sector 5D for a final wrap up. Oh right, hang on a sec..."

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"There ya go, straight from my nav computer's cache.

The ride to Alaska was quick and quiet. Somehow, I always get chills near that jumphole. I reckon it's got somethin' to do with those scary ice shards I know are on the other side.



Still, the soft yellow star in Minor seems to beckon a warmth that always reminds me of... home."
...

The whiskey is snatched from the desk, emptied with a quick guzzle, and tossed aside.

"Anyway yeah, so next stop was the 92/100 area. Nothing to report except a few stubborn asteroids in the way and some background chatter from far off recruits.



On the way to the Delta 'hole, I killed the engines and listened to the background radio noise. I've gotten pretty good at dodging the asteroids with thrusters alone, so I try to shut'er down and pick up the faint radio signals, y'know what I mean? It's kind of soothing... and y'know, I think there's something useful about it. Ever notice how a strange hiss always seems to sneak up on you when Nomads are near? *hic* Well anyway, I made it to Delta just fine, and right as I fired up the engines, a sole little squid showed up, 'guns' a-blazin'. My guncam caught it all:



After a few jousts, or whatever the hell ya' call 'em... I put the blue guy down and turned tail right off. I know what happens if you stick around without any backup of y'er own. I made it to sector 5D in no time, and scanned as close as I could to make sure I weren't followed.



At this point, nothin' left to do but head back to Isis, get that... thing... out of my holds, and close shop. I only got me about 2400cr. worth of damage to one of my guns, I'd say I got off durn lucky, mmhmm. Even still, I wonder about the absence of 'Hunters. Not a single patrol through that entire route a' mine? I mean, don' get me wrong; those trait'ers can take off permanently for all I care... but it ain't ever this quiet, right?

Russel starts looking around the room.

Yeah well, I, uh... (muttering) where is that dang bottle? ...uh, right, well, it's 'bout that time to git goin' again. I don' wann' piss off them higherups again by ramblin', heh.
Until next time!

Corporal Casse, over and out."

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::The Pennsylvania Liberation Force