Amber worked at her console like every other member of the ship. After Death Runner left the tension aboard the bridge slowly eased off to be replaced by an almost celabratory attitude. Six hundred million credits was a lot of money and they were sure they could all expect a nice paycheque in the future or at least the possibility of fewer cost cuts on essential materials...
Of course Amber cared very little about the money. It didn't concern her. It wasn't her purpose there. She stretched her arms above her head and watched as the crew visibly relaxed now that their lives were seemingly no longer in imminent danger. The shift change came shortly after for some of the crew and fortunately she was relieved of her station allowing her to make her way back to her quarters.
Upon checking that the coast was clear and doing her usual check for recording devices (She wasn't paranoid, oh no, why would you say that?) she started up her small communicator. She typed out the report slowly using the code key she'd been given before encrypting the message three times and sending it through an untraceable connection back to Kirkwall. It read:
Death Runner's ship was ambushed by Order agents today who were apparently searching for some kind of a 'cure' purpose of the cure and its intended use are currently unknown. In payment for the 'cure' Order agents handed over one 'Jeremy Hunter' who was then sold to the SCRA for a total payment of 600 million credits.
Will advise with more information as it becomes availble.
She sighed and lay down to catch a few hours sleep before she was expected to be working again.
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