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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Angcuru" data-source="post: 2583862" data-attributes="member: 10948">"Of course."  The officer responds to Jaess.  "I just finished triple-checking the manifest, and everything is on board and accounted for except for....ah, the explosives haven't been brought in from the munitions hold yet.  I'll get right on that."  He opens up and rummages around in one of the plasteel storage cylinders labeled 'Data Storage' from which R-LE-1 had recently procured several datachips, and pulls out a Datapad.  This is quickly linked to his own, and after a few taps on the screen, he unlinks and hands it to Jaess.  At Arlee's inquiry, he reveals a slight smile.  "I'm glad you asked.  If you'll follow me, please..."  He exits the shuttle and points out the sphere/dome structures added to the shuttle's wings.  "The Empire has been steadily losing its supply routes due to our activities in the Mid and Outer Rim sectors.  Industrial materials, foodstuffs, munitions components, all the necessities are now in short supply for their fleets in these areas.  So, they've begun to search out new sources of raw materials in asteroid belts and the like for new logistical routes, but they didn't have enough time or resources to design a ship specifically for the task.  Thus, they began modifying existing ships, namely shuttles and transports, refitting them for additional sensory equipment.  "We very luckily obtained this one just a few hours ago when it dropped out of hyperspace not 50 clicks from this very station and the pilots began broadcasting their intent to defect.  Apparently they were sent to this new star system you are to investigate, putting their sensory ability towards finding that spiffy hyperdrive the higher ups reckon is around there.  They thought differently, of course.  Said they were planning to desert soon anyway, and figured they'd give us a gift while they were at it.  Truth serum confirmed this, naturally.  So you're essentially going to be flying a ship that the Imperials still think is theirs, on a mission they started, but for the Alliance's benefit instead."  He gave them a toothy grin. "Crazy galaxy, isn't it?  The ID Code is Deepscan 39.  Well, I should be back shortly, got to go get those explosives.  Let me know if you find that I've overlooked something."  And with that, he heads towards the turbolift, pulls out a commlink, and begins berating the hapless munitions officer on the other end.  Loudly.</blockquote>

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