#corvidus

A Wolfen II, to be precise. Easily one of the most advanced all-range fighters in existence! How it came to just float out in the middle of nowhere like this was well beyond the feathered freight-finder, but he was increasingly less inquisitive about that now - and more excited to look it over! He slipped down the narrow tube into the hangar, landing with a squawk as his left foot hit the ground; it still hadn’t healed right after the Firelight Incident. He grumbled, shaking it off as he approached his prize. It was even more glorious up close! 

“Scan for anomalies.” he instructed. “Identify discrepancies and deviations.”

The Omen’s ship computer beeped affirmation, as the bay analyzers activated. Narrow green beams swept over the Wolfen, assessing damage and modification that differed from the listed base-model blueprints. Corvidus, meanwhile, scanned over it himself - his pitch-black eyes narrowing, as he reveled in the sight of it! So pretty... so shiny. He reached out, brushing his hand across the cool hull plating. He shuddered, cooing excitedly. He’d never found anything quite like this! Sure, he’d had big payday salvages in space-battle debris sites. But that was quantity work. Grabbing what he could en masse, and making off with it before Lylat Sector patrols came through to ‘re-appropriate’. This was different. This was a quality find. And there weren’t many more sophisticated, master-crafted, and expensive findings in the whole galaxy! He’d never dreamed of finding an intact Wolfen like this! But seeing was believing. Feeling. Smelling. Tastin--

“SCAN COMPLETE--” the Omen’s ship computer chirped loudly. “G-DIFFUSER AND SHIELDING INTACT. TWIN LASERS INTACT. ANTI-SMART BOMB SYSTEM DAMAGED. ANTI-CHARGE BEAM SYSTEM INTACT. RUNNING AVIONICS DIAGNOSTICS, PLEASE STANDBY.”

“--Belay that.” Corvidus commanded. “I just... wanna sit in it, first.”

He flapped his wings, fluttering up to the top of the fighter’s hull. The cockpit opened, revealing the amazing spread of command modules and terminals within. He felt chills! So beautiful! He slipped inside, sitting down in the pilot’s seat as he looked over his latest find. He wasn’t a fighter pilot himself, but he still appreciated how intricate and intuitive the system was! 

But he knew someone who would appreciate it even more!

“Send a transmission. Deep range.” he smirked, as he climbed up out of his prize. “Encrypted channel.”

Qessyn,

I found something you’re really, really, REALLY gonna wanna see. I can’t say what it is, even on this secure link. But... trust me - you’re not gonna believe your eyes! Meet me at the enclosed coordinates, post-haste!

- Corvidus 

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