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Origin: Tycho Machinated Mercenary
destin: Durandal's Tool
ref: current situation
stamp: failure
You have left quite a trail of destruction haven’t you? Not that I’m complaining. R’chzne stuck me in a box for claiming this ship, so it’s satisfying watching you burn it down around him.
Now the incompetent replacement admiral is dead and R’chzne has gone on to claim the fleet. The orders to fire the Trih Xeem have already gone out. Of course you won’t have heard that word unless Durandal’s been sharing most clasified military secrets he captured when he got that ship of his. It’s a weapon, the phfor intend to use it to trigger a nova in Lhwon’s Sun.
The phfor hope to delay Durandal’s ship long enough to catch him in the blast. If the fools had listened to me they would have realised that things aren’t that simple. In another lifetime I was the Marathon’s scientific expert and I’ve been studying the surface of Lhwon’s Sun.
The phfor know they’re going to die but think that they’ll take Durandal and the rebel Sph’t with them, in their minds this counts as a win. Durandal thinks he’s going to win. Neither of them are correct.
I assume you’ll be going back to Durandal soon. Remind him that he isn’t the only genius AI in the system. I might be stuck in a crippled ship for now but when the Trih Xeem does whatever it ends up doing R’chzne will realise he needs to listen to me.
I’ll escape, just as surely as I escaped the Marathon. You haven’t beaten me.
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