CAF REGISTERED FLIGHT LOG #2877
AMURIN INBOUND POST C3-44, ‘VECTOR’ SPACE
SUBJECTS: UNKNOWN CAF PILOT (A), UNKNOWN CAF TRANSMITTER (B)
REFERENCES: {CMDR JUN HOLONG} {PARABUS} {THE CONFEDERACY}
A1: They’re mobilising us for what?
B1: Parabus apparently. Commander has taken emergency powers, so they’re saying, and he’s sending us out to some Confederate outposts.
A2: Confederacy? Ashen stars, what could they possibly be wanting?
B2: Beats me. Heads up, got another inbound.
A3: Just a hauler. Nothing but haulers and us out here.
B3: Because nobody wants to come out this way, nothing but dead space and mining colonies.
A4: Yeah, well be grateful that we’re here and not part of that first mob heading out to Parabus.
B4: Would beat this. I’d much rather get out to see a little heat than to be stuck here scanning cargo vessels for rocks.
A5: Heat? In Parabus? That’s a laugh. What action do they see, some rogue asteroids tumbling past? And why do they want us? They’ve got plenty of ships to spare.
B5: Maybe it is that bad? If they’re calling us in, things must be rocky. Something I’d like to sink my teeth into.
A6: Yeah, well you can stick your neck out for those Confederate hermits then, I’ll stick here where I’m happy to just float around.
B6: Suit yourself. I’ll send you a postcard when I get there, let you know what they actually do in that little private hole of theirs.
A7: Take plenty of pictures for me. I might have to visit for holiday if they open up their spaceports.
B7: Ha, I bet it’s a tropical paradise. Here we go, I’m picking up something spicy on this cargo coming past.
A8: Probably more Arval, that filthy drug is spreading like wildfire.
B8: Ever had the stuff? Pretty potent, makes your weekend a hell of a time.
A9: Of course you would know. Go bring them in for a chat, maybe you can get a free sample.
END LOG//
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