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"Hello, this is Lucius Lamech, it has come to my attention that there has been a mass disappearance at Gambit's Bar, I would like you to know that we at Deep 17 take this matter very seriously and we agree with the INN report to not touch any anomalous material in the bar, in fact, avoid the bar, we don't even know what the trigger event was and if it'll repeat or not. Simply poofing out of existence is extremely rare, so we might be seeing a parallel universe event, but that is just a theory. On another note, the neoprimordial has been reported being in the Asteroid Colonies sector, so keep an eye out for that eyesore of a vessel. The occupant has a distinctive striped tail and star-shaped birthmark, is again relatively harmless unless agitated... which shouldn't be easy to do. Also, anyone know why there are two Gundams tearing through space? Not part of our raison d'etre, but just curious... Gundams are cool. Anyways, keep safe out there people, strange things are happening, and remember! Report any anomalous activity to Deep 17. This is Lucius Lamech signing out."
"Attention, attention! This is Lucius, head of the Deep 17 Foundation. We are under attack. I repeat, Deep 17 is under attack. Seek shelter elsewhere. It is not safe here. We cannot guarantee your safety. Stay away from the station until further notice."
The automated broadcast echoed through the various stellar bands, a stark warning aimed at preventing additional civilian casualties. In the midst of chaos, the priority shifted to protecting those who might unknowingly approach the danger zone.
"Queue up three Marine strike teams and send them into that station, perhaps we can help restore order..." The commander said as she keyed up the display.
"EVE, patch a reply through on the same channels we received the transmission. Get those condors into the void, under fighter escort!"
Acknowledged, Commander Paktu. The AI responded.
"Deep Seventeen, this is Commander Paktu, of the Aschen Empire's Hastati cruiser Howling Wind, I have assistance inbound."
The single Hastati cruiser winked out of its formation with the other Aschen warships to reappear several hundred thousand kilometers away from the station, immediately after, six large Condor troop transports under escort by Raptor Talon Starfighters began to make their way towards the station.
"Mettatron station, send Friend-Foe data package, and open a docking bay, I have marine strike teams, and medical teams inbound hot."