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12/31/2015 7:10:57 PM
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*A slightly hungover Shadow staggers down an abandoned hallway when her com link beeps*
"Huh? Stupid thing..."
*She types on it a bit, decoding the signal*
"Huh. Old Earth tech. 20th century or so. Now that's old."
*She decrypts it and opens the file, a holographic window opening in front of her*
"Show me the money..."
English
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The message contains a .JPEG, a .EXE, and a three letter text bit. [b]>SOS[/b]
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"SOS. Old Morse code. Not good news." *She opens the image*
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It's a set of coordinates, displayed in a criminal-esque magazine clippings style. Said coordinates seem to lead to a hypothetical spot whose nearest mapped star cluster lies billions of light years away from it. Not accounting for repairs, cool downs, or rotating shifts, the Axion could probably make the journey in two days, assuming it went full hyperdrive.
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*Shadow grins* "Not a problem for me..." *She staggers slightly as she walks down the hallway, then collapses against the wall. But before she hits it she seems to melt into the darkness of the hallway*
