The TF7 Las Vegas

[Petitioner]

Probably the shabbiest ship for a couple of systems, the old, battered "Confederate"-class gunship moved on a low impulse speed towards the group of ships, and sent a hail to the Las Vegas.

The New Mexico's communications array, once one of the finest to be mounted on a ship of its age and class in the entire Liberty Navy, now a beaten, damaged, magnetized, ionized, barely-functional array of satellite dishes and transmitter beacons, filled the Vegas' receiving comm ports with static for nearly a full minute before the tired, drained, and weary voice of AWOL Captain Armand Grimston became recognizable. Shouts and static were heard in the background, and his voice sounded very, very tired.

[color=#FFFFFF]"...Captain Armand Grimston to Las Vegas, the old Task Force New Mexico requesting to moor. Our pilots are tired and miss their old comrades. Any room for some old family members aboard?"

The New Mexico's docking lights blinked a slow, dull red and blue, some cracked and broken, the engines letting off a worrying amount of exhaust, as if the auxiliary thrusters were always on, yet the ship moved nowhere, its beloved captain awaiting a response from one of the few safe havens for a deserter and his crew left in Liberty.

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