Evenin'. I come to you with a request, since you shiny fellas have the tech for it. I need to track a PDA. Not a single or many transmissions, the specific PDA. Can you tell me if you can do it, if you will do it and what you need to do it? 'Cause i'll owe you fine gents one then.
*She bows her head*
Thank you for the time, Red.
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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Grand Admiral Golanski To Witch, or Silver whichever you preffere?
Honestly, I do know much about it as it falls beyond my specialization or training I have received myself. From what I inquired, tracking a single, moving electronic device among billions upon billions of simmilar constructs, using hundreds of secure comm buoys owned by whole variety of factions and corporations across entire Sirius sector on daily basis... we are talking about engaging sophisticated AI's to actively hack every single colony of man. WIthin gargantuan ammounts of encrypted data, mindblowing bytes of information, incalculable data packets... Estimates round up at centuries as best scenario.
We are good trackers I will tell you. We can attempt to hunt down someone or find you the ship. However finding specific grain of sand in infinite sea of constantly updated information is something we cannot achieve. You need to be far more specific about your search.
Well well well. Golanski. Knew I shouldn't have poped those two hunters in front of you, so easily. Certainly brought back memories, I bet. How's your sister, by the by? That girl and I had our fun moments in Gamma. Us two against an empire and all that. So, let's make this our little secret, aigh't? Let the dead rest and all that bang.
Moving on. So you can't pull this off. Pitty. Guess i'll have to dig further to get the answers i want. Thanks for the answer even so. Do call if you need.. someone killed or vanishin' into the dust or somesuch. I do like to give a spin to my huntin' every once in a while.
*She grins*
Kisses, Red.
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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
My most dear twin sister - I might add considering we're accustomed enough for such details - is by all accounts taken considerable distance from the thick of battle for a change. If you want to catch up with her concerning the 'good old days' you may still catch her managing some operations at my behalf within borders of Bretonia. She's often on the move, but there aren't many holes in the kingdom to hide at for likes of us.
Arguably she might be of better use to you in the field once you catch legitimate trail of whoever you are looking for. I can provide you means to contact her should you lost it, considering you've been out of the action for considerable ammount of time. As for those wannabe mercenaries, death was the only applicable solution. As much as my antimatter cannon release trigger tempted me, it did not matter who in the end delivered it. I doubt you will disagree.
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