WHO: Prince Gorak
WHERE: Suid Sidal...

Gorak sighs when he recieves Rrak's latest message. He almost doesn't respond. But then he thinks he better. If for no other reason but so that the freighter captain understands the full severity of the situation.

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Dear Dancing Merchant,

I am aware that operating a freighter has little familiarized you with intricacies of a battle cruiser of this size. Allow me to enlighten you, despite that we should probably be spending our time saving all our lives.

Option 1 - By the time all the slow moving zombies in the hangar eventually meander into space, the GREASERS may well be upon us. More importantly, the majority of them are locked away in the Romero remember?

Option 2 - We cannot launch any shuttles while the shields up. Even if we could they would be leaving the protection of the cloak and get eaten by GREASERS.

Option 3 - This might have some merit. But it will take time to ready a contingent of marines and then have them crawl all the way to you. Again, the shields and cloak up. You might well be done with your tasks by the time they get there. There is also the danger that you will be right in the middle of your operation when the marines depressurize the hangar to open the doors. Wait... hold... Well, my science officer also wanted me to add that all those heavily spacesuited bodies crawling over the active shield and cloak generator grids can be inherently dangerous to them ..and the systems currently protecting our lives.

My dear captain Rrak, I can't stress enough how low on time we are. You and your boys need to get busy. As in NOW.

If you need more information, just ask me when you leave your ship. I will hear you and can respond via the PA speakers. But you need to get OUT there.

-Dandy's Frustrated Roommate.