Dante nods, making a quick adjustment to the goggles strapped over his eyes.
Yes...let's see.
Earlier today, while on a rather routine patrol of Maltese Local Space, I detected an anomalous signature on long range scanners. I, as well as Mr. Diego Malasorte, followed it into Omicron-80.
He clears his throat, shifting his shoulders a bit.
As it turns out, this vessel was, in fact a Carrier, in service of the Zoners, known as The.Concordia. It would not respond to any kind of hail, but, did not seem to be much of a threat.
He uneasily pulls out a small data pad, flicking his finger across the touchpad several times, before an image pops up on a large screen, behind them.