[center][h3]Formalis - High Orbit | Saturday 15:31 PM Davenron Time | Aboard the Pegasus[/h3]

[color=aba000][b]"Alright, one more pass should do it. Victor, prepare the probes."[/b][/color]

Vorra was sitting behind her display panel, reading down the data from the previous batch of probes. She was about to use another three from the remaining seven, but if the info Frost gave her was true, it will be worth it. [color=white][b]" Probes on standby, awaiting further orders. "[/b][/color] Victor, the ship's AI Assistant replied, and simultaneously, three green lights lit up next to Vorra's right hand. They were about to come upon the part she wanted to scan in a minute or two. Vorra felt her light leg jump up and down, like a spring, too anxious to stop. She was dangerously low on credits to her liking, and the Pegasus was running at half a tank. More than enough to make the route back to Davenron and back to Formalis, but she felt like she's dangerously pushing her luck. A few more seconds passed and Vorra felt her heart skip a beat as her ship reached the point from which she will finish the scan of Formalis.

[color=white][b]" Probes away! "[/b][/color]

Vorra gave the order and less than a second later, a series of three soft thuds were heard from below the bridge of the ship. [color=white][b]" Probes are away. ETA to scan completion, 90 seconds. "[/b][/color] Vorra leaned back into her chair and observed the screen in front of herself as it counted down the time.[color=0076a3][b]" Vorra, it's me. You alive?"[/b][/color] Judging by Frost's voice, she was trying to get in touch for quite some time now. She punched a button, opening a comm-link with her old friend. [color=aba000][b]" Frost, it's Vorra! Alive and doing well. Still orbiting Formalis, just doing the last round of scans. One more minute and we'll know what's true about the rumors. "[/b][/color] Vorra immediately went back to following the probes descend on a diagram on one of her screens. The minute passed in agonizing silence, and most of all, it seemed to drag on forever. Then, the screen lit up and Vorra reached to a screen with her left hand and dragged it infront of herself. For a first few seconds, there was nothing appearing, except the terrain. Vorra bit on her lower lip, only for her eyes to open in complete awe a few seconds later.

The scan revealed the rugged terrain of Formalis, dotted with dozens of crashed ships. All sizes, all the manufacturers, all the models one could imagine. [b][color=aba000]" Frost, you have to see this. I'm saving the scan data onto my ships computer, it's too dangerous to be sent out freely. But the rumors seem to be true. Formalis is a gold mine. My scans picked up dozens of possible wrecks, I'm actually still counting them. But they are there, waiting for us. I'll go trough the scans in depth while travelling to you, filtering out the duds. You better get a trustworthy crew for this one. There could be enough stuff here to warrant a backstabbing or two. I'll leave Formalis within the hour, it will take me around a week to get to you. You prepare your part of the plan, I'll see what we have there. "[/color][/b] Vorra finished speaking, a smile spreading on her lips as more and more possible hits popped up on the scan. 

[b][color=aba000]" And Frost, do me a favor. Don't get killed. Or captured. I enjoy busting your shiny ass from prisons, but we don't have that kind of time at our hands right now. "[/color][/b]
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