Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Commissar]

"Well, I'm not planning to have us shot at by every sentient being in Sirius, if that's what you mean." Even though that could very likely happen, the girl mused. Judging by the atmosphere in the bar it was definitely leaning toward sooner, rather than later. The silence her companion's entry had generated seemed to have abated, and for that, Sarah was grateful.

"Anyway, the war. You remember that ship in the Omicrons?" She returned her eyes to the computer for a minute, evidently pleased. Finally. She tapped the screen again, and was answered by a shimmer just above the device. A few seconds later, the shape manifested itself, forming something instantly recognisable.

"I've been doing some digging and it looks like Osiris'€™s... Osirai?" She smiled again, a laugh threatening to break through.

"Anyway, them. There's no real record of them before the war. I mean, a few bits and pieces, but nothing great. The thing is, after the Order went and did their thing." A more serious expression crossed the normally flippant girl's face; whether it was one of disapproval or simple loss was difficult to ascertain.

"That's when they really started showing up in numbers. It seems odd, building a fleet up when you've already won. So, I'm guessing that they either just got the resources to start, or only just figured out how to build them." Sarah paused for a moment, evidently proud of her research. Baring in mind the isolation of Rogue bases, it was a miracle she'd been able to gather any information at all.

"And that's the thing. I...er... might've gone back for some scans." She raised her arms in mock defence. "And it didn't match. With modern ones, that is. I mean, even the external structure's a little different. The armour's a different material. I haven't been quite close enough yet to figure out what, but it's different. Lighter. She's odd internally too. The reactor bay's bigger. Either weapons have got a lot more efficient or there was something she could do that soaked up all that juice. There'€™s rooms there that I haven't been able to pick up on anything else I've come across. I'd like to cross reference it with a functioning one but...." The last statement was directed toward the armoured figure. "Haven't been able to yet."

Sarah frowned, crossing her arms.
"So what I'm saying, is that unless I can get hold of the original plans..." She shrugged. "There's no way to get that bird flying again. She's too different. Unique.

Thing is, I'm not even sure the Order built her. The structure's just... out. And if I don't know who built the thing, I can't really get the plans..."

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May you live in interesting times.
| Sarah McFarlen | Jane Hartman |