What are all the sensors and satellites on this station looking at? What’s with all the secrecy? If you believe the guy at the bar, it's Aliens! Not surprising as he’s a weird cultist, but he does offer some possible explanations to this station’s mystery.
Level: 26?
Start: Bing Lancaster, Bar, Spirit of New York City
Introduction
Upon entering the The Sleeping Satellite Bar you notice the strange décor all across the walls. Bits and pieces of old earth items, framed and carefully placed on any available surface. As you gaze around, your attention is instantly taken by the stunning view at the back. The entire wall is itself a large window showing one side of the station and the planet below.
As you approach and find a seat closer to the view-port, you can see a wide range of scanners and antennae taking up most of the space on the station's hull, all pointing at the planetoid. Stories and rumors of this station have reached different systems, with everyone curious as to what goes on here. The secrecy of Spirit of New York City, and generally all the stations in the Iron Quad have disturbed many, from the Gaule to Consortium citizens themselves. No one is ever sure what goes in this system, especially this station and its inexplicable attention on the planetoid.
Nearby you spot a young man sitting and staring outside, anxiously holding onto his chair as he is leaning forward for a better look. He sees you watching him and you notice his nervous features change into a practiced smile as he gets up and walks towards you.
Bing Lancaster: Hi-de-ho stranger. Sure looks like a swell view we have here, do you mind if I join you?
Me: Go away, I want to be alone.
He looks momentarily disappointed, but does indeed move on, apologizing for his intrusion.
Mission failure
You have failed the "The Truth Is Down There" mission. You can retake this mission and try again.
Me: Sure, go ahead.
You have a better look at the man as he sits down next to you. Wearing a grey suit with a thin black tie and carrying a small briefcase, he seems very out of place on this station.
Bing Lancaster: My peepers will never get used to this view. What a sight! I keep catching myself holding onto things, as if I will float through accidentally. Cracks me up, ha! Well now, let me introduce myself, my name is Bing Lancaster from Little Earth, pleased to meet you.
Me: Peepers? What does that mean?
Bing Lancaster: My eyes! Peepers are eyes, yeah sorry, we speak a little different back home on the Jump Gate in the L 726-8 system. That's where I'm from, and hoping to get back to Little Earth as soon as my path lets me return.
Me: Little Earth? Where's that?
Bing Lancaster: Little Earth is my home on the Jump Gate in the L 726-8 system. That's where I'm from, and hoping to get back there as soon as my path lets me return.
Either choice continues:
You see him look wishful when speaking of home, but after taking a quick glance out the view-port, turns to you again.
Bing Lancaster: Don't you wonder what manner of problems the Consortium is spewing out there?
He signals out the window, but rather than motioning towards the planet, he seems to be pointing at the variety of sensors jutting off the hull of the station.
Me: The antennae? What about them?
Bing Lancaster: What about them?! It could be the end of us all, that's what!
You see him calm himself, looking embarrassed for his momentarily loss of control.
Bing Lancaster: Oh, I do apologize for my outburst. Very unbecoming of me. We of the Roswell Division have a higher state of standards for our behavior. Just this whole situation is making me snap my cap. Been here for nearly a tenspan and I have bupkis to show for it. Makes me so mad.
Me: So, what's this Roswell Division you mention?
Bing Lancaster: That is the name of my community on Little Earth. We all follow the same beliefs and share a higher state of values than most of the others you have met before.
He continues in a rehearsed manner, giving you the impression he has explained this many times before. He carries on to describe the Roswell Division as a society that takes it as a fact that aliens landed on old Earth, and that our human ancestors murdered them.
Me: Aliens?
Bing Lancaster: Yes of course.
He goes on to further explain that the Roswell Division believes that the Catastrophe was the consequence of the long-held hatred for humanity by this alien race, sparked by that initial incident. Back then, alien scouts landed with peaceful intentions, only to be met with medical labs, surgical scalpels and death. The lesson was clear: humanity was hostile and had to be destroyed.
Me: The Catastrophe was caused by…aliens?
Bing Lancaster: Yes, yes, and only we at The Roswell Division are trying to remedy this.
He continues, stating that they believe that the quickest way to capture the attention of the aliens and encourage contact is to recreate the circumstances which attracted them the first time. As such, he explains that they have modeled their society strictly on old Earth customs. They emphasize kindness and community as key values which they hope the aliens will take note of.
Bing Lancaster: We at The Roswell Division believe that by living the way we do, we are proving to the aliens that humanity is at its base, moral and kind. This will hopefully dissuade the aliens from unleashing a second Catastrophe.
Me: What's got you so worked up, you look worried?
Bing Lancaster: I'm worried because of this very station and the rumors I've heard. The actions of the Consortium has got everyone back home concerned about this.
He explains, that the leadership of the Roswell Division, are convinced that the Consortium here on Spirit of New York City have not only contacted aliens, but are provoking them again, which will lead to disaster. They are extremely concerned that the Consortium actions will be deemed as a provocation leading to another Catastrophe.
Me: What is the Consortium doing exactly?
Bing Lancaster: Well, that's the question, isn't it! We don't know what they are up to, all this secrecy, all this security, with half of these sensors pointing down to that special little planetoid. Why? The only explanation is that they have found something and are covering it up. The Major of Roswell Division believes this, and I feel the same way.
Me: So, why are you here?
Bing Lancaster: Well, I have been tasked with getting a message down to the planetoid below. I was sent here from Little Earth to get this done in a jiffy, but it is proving to be more difficult than I expected.
He continues saying that the message he wants to send is from the Roswell Division, and it will show them that humans can be kind and nonviolent, able to live together in peace. He hopes the image they show of his station, Little Earth, will inspire the aliens to make contact again, like they did in Roswell in the 50’s. The Major of the Roswell Division is worried that time is running short, and the message needs to be sent soon, before Consortium scientists mess this up.
After you've seen all three branches:
- "This all sounds a little crazy"
Bing Lancaster: It's not gobbledygook!
Me: Gobbledygook?
Bing Lancaster: Nonsense, I'm not talking nonsense here! Have the Consortium told us what they are doing here? The only logical explanation is that they are covering something up. If not aliens, then what is this station up to?
You take a minute thinking about his story.
- "I don't know, but I'm not interested anyway."
- "You've got me curious, I suppose I could help you out."
You get up and start to walk away, giving him a nod goodbye.
Bing Lancaster: Oh! Ok then, I suppose you have a good day then.
He looks disappointed by your response and you see him turn and stare out the view-port again.
Mission failure
You have failed the "The Truth Is Down There" mission. You can retake this mission and try again.
Bing Lancaster: I was hoping you would say that! I've been looking for an ace to hire for this, but unfortunately most walk away when they hear my story. I know it will be a difficult undertaking, but I can help with the information I have gathered during my time here.
You see him lift his briefcase and tap it slightly, indicating that the information is in there somehow.
Bing Lancaster: You'll of course be rewarded accordingly, I have plenty of clams for this.
Me: Clams?
Bing Lancaster: Oh yes, sorry again, I mean credits obviously. You will be given a significant fee for helping me with my task.
Me: So what is this task and what do you need of me?
Bing Lancaster: We need to get a message sent down to the planet. I have this recording made by the Roswell Division and it shows humanity’s kindness and guides the aliens to make contact with us back home. I hope the impression of Little Earth will inspire the aliens to meet us again, like they did back on old Earth so long ago.
Me: You've been here for a while, how come you haven't done this yourself?
Bing Lancaster: I've tried, but there's only so much I can do, I don't have the necessary disposition to undertake this task without some help. You see, we within the Roswell Division cannot break our strict moral code, what we call "Crimes against community". I have to project the correct image at all times, the aliens might be watching. Also, there's a level of technological understanding that we at Little Earth simply did not have. This is where your assistance will be essential.
You see him place his briefcase on the table and opens it up. He starts removing stacks of paper from inside, with hand written notes and drawings on them. He notices your stares and carries on.
Bing Lancaster: Its faux-paper from Little Earth, well at least the defective sheets that we can't sell. I had a stack of them with me as I worked in the Paper Mill back home.
He shows you several sketches of different buildings, each labelled with a different letter.
Bing Lancaster: These structures are in the Ruins on this station. They are the data storage facilities that the Consortium use to store the vast amounts of information from the scanners and devices all over the station. One of these buildings has the central terminal that controls the outbound antennae. That's where you will need to upload the Roswell message and beam it down to the planet. Here you go. It has the message and all the details of Little Earth and the efforts of the Roswell Division.
You see him take out a small holo-disk and hand it to you. An obscure piece of dated tech, you suppose some old terminals might be able to accept this type of device.
Me: Won't this alert security?
Bing Lancaster: The wizkid who made this for us said it shouldn't. They explained that due to its vintage nature, it won't trigger any response. The tech told us as long as we don't copy any data we should be fine. The security protocols are mainly for protecting what's inside, whatever that means, all this technology talk is way above my pay grade.
Me:
Either choice continues:
- Can we narrow down which inward sensors to use?"
- "Do we know which building it is?"
- "How do we get past the security?"
Me: Do we know which building has the central terminal?
Bing Lancaster: Not yet, but if we can get the floor plans it will help figure that out. I found out that they had to submit an extensive layout design when they were constructing these structures. These should be at the Government Center, I did ask a geezer there, think his name was Jonah Winthorpe, but he wouldn't give them to me without proper permissions. Maybe you'll have better luck?
Me: Geezer?
Bing Lancaster: Geezer yeah, an old man. He works over there, but is a serious stickler for the rules. Threatened to call security on me when I persisted!
Me: Can we find out which sensory devices can beam the message to the planet?
He gives you a wink, and proceeds to hand you another drawing, though this one looks familiar. It shows the Port where you arrived on this station, but specifically the hangar bay door and the vast array of sensors place outside.
Bing Lancaster: I was thinking the same, see these here are the outbound ones, and we need to get the access codes for them. It will help once you get inside the data storage facility. There's a dish at the Docks that might help.
Me: A dish? There's a sensor inside the station?
Bing Lancaster: No silly, a dish is a pretty lady, think her name is Randa Haddad, a doctor of some sort. She's always busy at the terminals at the Docks, think she can help narrow down the specific antennae at the Port for you to then get those access codes.
Bing Lancaster: I would do this part last, right before going to the data storage facilities. I don't know how long these codes are viable for, they might be changed daily for all we know. Better to have a fresh set, just to be on the safe side.
Me: I'm guessing there's a lot of security at this facility, how do I get past that?
You see him frown, and he answers with an irritated tone.
Bing Lancaster: It took me a while, but I discovered who can help with this. I tried to get the information myself, but the knucklehead at the Bank put me in a compromising position, had to stop before I broke any laws.
Me: Knucklehead?
Bing Lancaster: Sorry, what you would call a stupid person. The lady is ex-security who works at the bank now, her name is Edna Crabble. She has the entrance codes and drone schedules for the data facility as she was posted there previously. You might have to grease her palms with some clams, or find another way to convince her to pass you the information.
After you've seen all three branches:
- Set off to collect the various details.
Once you've heard all Bing Lancaster has to share, you get up to head off and begin. He walks you to the exit of the Bar.
Bing Lancaster: I'm going to stick around here waiting for you to return. Good luck with everything, please know that the Roswell Division are praying for a successful outcome to all this, for the good of us all!
- Set off towards the Bank to obtain security details.
- Head towards the Government Center to acquire the floor plans.
Either choice continues:
You leave Bing Lancaster and exit the Bar.
Go to the Government Center.
Next NPC: Jonah Winthorpe, Government Center, Spirit of New York City
- Retrieve the floor plans.
While the outside of the Government Center is foreboding, with the towering pyramid structure and imposing Consortium banner, the inside is strangely quiet, with only a small number of visitors. You see an old man behind one of the desks serving the few people waiting in a queue. You approach and join the end of it and overhear the ongoing conversation.
Jonah Winthorpe: Rules are rules, we cannot process an incomplete form. Please come back when you have met all the required parameters.
You see him wave off the person in front, and call up the next one, leaving you the only one in the queue.
Jonah Winthorpe: What, the holo screens are glitching in the Info Hub? Some drone must have fiddled with it, come on, let's go see the problem.
They both head off and you are left totally alone. Now's the chance to steal the floor plans to the storage facilities. The terminal in front of you is clear.
- Hack the terminal to retrieve the plans.
(Intelligence check)
You look around one last time to make sure no-one is watching you, and take a step closer to the terminal. Trying to look like you're just casually leaning on it, placing your back to the closest cameras, you carefully try and hack the terminal. After a few initial probes to sense the protections, you find an open pathway and successfully break into the system.
You swiftly scan through the vast amounts of bureaucratic folders until you reach what you're looking for. You find the floor plans for all the storage facilities within the Ruins, and sweep through them for any data on the central terminal.
As you reach further into the individual layout designs, you finally find references to building F housing the central terminal, and transfer the whole building's plan through your CORETECHS.
- Leave the Government Center.
You break off your connection just in time, as you see Jonah Winthorpe approaching muttering under his breath. He hasn't seemed to notice you at all.
Jonah Winthorpe: Those smogging drones are more trouble than they're worth. Need to re-program the lot of them!
You take advantage of his irritated state and walk away towards the exit. You see him get to his terminal and get to work, probably to check on those drones he's complaining about. Fortunately he hasn't realized your recent hack, leaving you in the clear from any need for them to check the camera footage.
Speak with Edna Crabble at the Bank.
Next NPC: Edna Crabble, Bank, Spirit of New York City
- Acquire security details from Edna Crabble.
You pass the armed security guards and walk through the doors into the Bank. While it seems like any other Consortium banking house, you do feel an extra level of tension, with both customers and tellers seeming to be on edge. You walk around looking for Edna Crabble and find her behind one of the booths.
You spend some time waiting for the ideal moment to approach her. She has a few customers in line and you join the back of the queue. The process takes even longer as you carefully and inconspicuously leave the line whenever a new person stands behind you. You would prefer being alone when you speak with her.
You notice a drop in new visitors to the bank, and take the opportunity to re-join the queue. As the people in front are slowly being served, you are getting closer to the booth, with luckily no-one joining behind you this time. A few more minutes and your turn has come. You approach Edna Crabble.
Me: Hi, I'm new here, I would like to transfer some credits from my account, can you help me with that?
Asking some mundane banking questions to keep the conversation going, you make sure anyone who can overhear doesn't suspect anything. You break into a whisper.
Me: I hear you are selling classified security details.
Edna Crabble: Who's asking? Where did you hear that?
Me: I work for the DMZ, I'm sure you've heard of us. We know everything that goes on here.
You slyly nod towards the cameras above, and stare at her in a menacing way.
Edna Crabble: The DMZ! Look I didn't steal the information, I used to work at the storage facilities, of course you know that. I'm not selling it to our enemies, it was just some weird cultist who was asking about it, it's not like he could do anything with it, he couldn't even figure out how to use his CORETECHS let alone the information that I have.
Me: If you give it all to me, I can forget this ever happened. I would prefer not to do any unnecessary paperwork, and I'm sure you don't want to get in trouble.
You see her pause and eye you up. After a few moments she transfers the entrance codes and schedules for the storage facilities to you. You notice a look of relief on her while she gazes around nervously.
Edna Crabble: That's all of it. Nothing else, please I don't want any problems with the law on this. I just got this job, I don't want to lose it. Let's keep this as quiet as possible.
Me:
Either choice continues:
- Review the received information.
You have a look at the information you just received. It seems to be analytical schedules of all security staff and drones, as well as relevant entrance codes to the data storage facilities. Just what you needed.
You bid farewell to Edna Crabble and make your way out the Bank.
After you have visited both the Bank and the Government Center:
Go to the Docks.
Next NPC: Randa Haddad, Docks, Spirit of New York City
- Speak with Randa Haddad at the Docks.
As you enter the Docks, you see several Consortium ships, evenly split between combat and surveillance vessels. A heavy guard presence is going about checking on any newly docked ship, performing rigorous security checks. As you move around, you spot a woman working on a series of terminals and you approach her. She sees you coming.
Randa Haddad: Are you the technician that I called for?
Me: No, not the technician, but I have some time before my shuttle, maybe I can help?
Randa Haddad: That's very kind of you. I'm Doctor Randa Haddad, thank you for offering. If I wasn't in a rush, I wouldn't even consider it, but I could use the help. Do you have any experience with extravehicular specialized tasks?
Me: I'm sure I can handle it. What do you need?
Me:
Either choice continues:
Randa Haddad: The outbound antennae are out again, we need to reboot them manually. Can you go to the Port and handle this for me? They are placed outside the hanger bay doors, there should be an EVA pressure suit ready in the locker there. You won't need to go too far out, its sensory array 11, the primary outbound device. Just reset it and give me a call so that I can do the resync on my end.
Me: Sensory array 11. No problem, I'll get right on it.
Randa Haddad: Thanks for helping, good luck.
- Set off to the Port.
You leave Randa Haddad, and rush off to the Port, feeling very lucky that you're able to cover up your interest in the outbound antennae with this convenient task.
Go to the hangar bay door at the Port.
Next area: Port, Spirit of New York City
- Head to the locker and find the EVA pressure suit.
You pass by various travelers while moving through the Port heading towards the hangar bay doors. Off to the side you find the locker with the EVA pressure suit. You notice while putting on the suit the multitude of sensor arrays and similar scanning devices that cover the exterior hull of the station. The planetoid below seems to be the main focus with many of the larger dishes pointed in its direction.
Once you have suited up and ensured the safety tether is securely fastened, you head to the open doors. You see a set of metal rails going alongside the long line of antennae and sensors. You step out through the pressure wall and start floating towards the side ladder of sorts. You slowly advance, the physical effort to move with the EVA suit on, a lot more difficult than it seems.
You arrive at sensory array 11, but notice that the panel you need to open is slightly out of reach.
You place your feet around one of the metal rails you were using to pull yourself through the zero gravity. Clamping them on either side and stretching to your full length, you are able to reach the panel for sensory array 11. Anchoring yourself in this way, you are able to keep a balanced and steady position.
Either success continues:
You proceed to pry open the panel and locate the manual reboot switch, which you subsequently engage with. You wait a few moments for the antennae to get back online, checking the function indicators regularly.
Once you're confident it has reset fully, you take the opportunity to hack into it's mainframe to get the specific access codes for the primary outbound dish. This should save you some time once inside the data facility. Upon completion, you secure the panel and start heading back towards the hangar bay door.
- Call Randa Haddad.
Once you are back through the hangar doors, you proceed to take off the pressure suit and return it to the locker. You place a call to Randa Haddad to report the completed task.
Log: Hello, have you concluded the reboot?
Me: Yes, I have manually reset sensory array 11, just got back.
Log: Good, I will go ahead and do the resync on my end. Thanks for your assistance on this. I will transfer you the fee for this task once I'm done here.
You bid farewell and end the call, beginning to move towards the exit of the Port. It seems being helpful is quite rewarding in some cases.
- Go through your collected information.
You take a minute to correlate the different sets of information you have gathered. Knowing that you need to enter building F, you single out the security schedule and entrances codes for that section of the data storage facilities. You deduce the ideal time between the changing shifts of patrols and program all the necessary entrance passwords for efficiency.
Once you reach the central terminal, focusing directly onto sensory array 11 and having the access codes on hand will reduce any time wasted inside. Preparing yourself, you start to head towards the Ruins and then the storage facilities located at the center.
Go to the Ruins.
Next area: Ruins, Spirit of New York City
- Head towards the center of the ruined metropolis.
As you head further and further towards the center of the Ruins, you see the changes and signs of the retro-constructions. Passing through piles of rubble and trash on the outskirts you see very little security presence, but as you approach the center you notice in the distance patrols of drones and guards circling the towering structures that house the data storage facilities.
You sneak around the edge of the center to get as close to building F and wait for the right moment to proceed to the entrance. According to the schedules you acquired, there will be a minute where both drones and guards will be at distance, giving you an unobstructed path to the facility.
The time comes and you make your move. Quietly approaching the entrance, you see no sign of anyone on your route. Once you reach building F, with a quick use of the entrance codes, the doorway opens up to an empty corridor. Seems like the information you bought from Edna Crabble is still valid at the very least.
- Head towards the central terminal.
You quietly walk along the empty corridor, carefully looking out for any signs of staff or security in your path. You check the floor plans for this building and head towards the direction of the central terminal. You pass by several rooms filled with rows of data banks, a level of storage you've never seen before.
As you turn down another passage, you spot a scientist entering an office at the end. You will need to get by him without him realizing and questioning your presence here.
You approach the open doorway quietly, and see the scientist inside working on one of the data banks. He is dangerously close to the entrance, you have to be as silent as possible not to attract his attention.
You take a few steps and see that he is immersed in his work, and takes no notice of your movements behind him. A few more steps and you are safely out of his view, and you move on softly towards the room with the central terminal.
Either success continues:
- Approach the central terminal.
At the end of another long corridor, you see a set of locked doors. Quickly checking the floor plans to confirm this is where the central terminal is housed, you find the relevant entrance code and use it to open the doorway. You step inside an empty office, with just a few data banks and one large terminal.
You take a seat and get ready to link up to the system. Using the access codes hacked from the outbound antennae, you bypass the basic protections and are able to enter the central storage system. You find cycles and cycles worth of collected data, all categorized clearly for review.
You find a section that is exclusive for the data collected around this star system, you guess for Consortium security, with protection of this quadrant being vital. But the majority of the collected data seems to be generated from the planetoid the station is encircling.
You decide to inspect the recent data collected from the planet. Going through the vast amount of information, you are able to deduce that it seems to be an automated response system, with the outgoing probes being answered in kind from various areas of the planet, all sending data packs with a failure message. Cycles of data just to state that there's nothing down there!
You think about Bing Lancaster and how he was convinced that there was an alien presence down on the planetoid, he's going to be very disappointed when you tell him the truth.
Out of curiosity more than actual need, you decide to scan back through the cycles to see if there was ever any other message or data received from the planet. Going back over 200 cycles, you come to the time of the Catastrophe and surprisingly find evidence that the station back then did receive a strange signal right before the big event. Unfortunately copying this data seems impossible, some very serious protections guarding it.
You locate the outbound section and enter details for sensory array 11, using the specific access codes to reach the relevant control system.
You look around the large terminal to find an input panel that can use the holo-disk that you were given. Luckily, this terminal seems to be slightly dated, and has a few obscure and old input mechanisms. You set the system to accept a new message and insert the holo-disk in one of these old panels.
Warning! Unauthorized format. Warning! Unauthorized format.
You quickly remove the holo-disk and the silent alarm ceases. It seems like the protections are stronger than you were told. You perform a check to see why the system won't accept the message on the holo-disk. From all the data you scan you notice that a simple probe sensor is being sent from these antennae down to the planet, on repeat, the same identical probe sent every single day.
You realize that if you upload Bing Lancaster's message, it will be flagged instantly. The difference from the standard probe being too noticeable to not evoke immediate attention. This would lead to incarceration for Bing Lancaster, and most likely yourself too.
More importantly, why has the same probe message been sent to the planet all this time?
Either choice continues:
- Conclude investigation and leave data facility
Trying to find any other information, you come across the communications archive, and read several messages between scientists and the Consortium in those early days post Catastrophe. Early correspondence was related to finding the source of the signal, which it seems they could not discover. But with further analysis you realize that all efforts since then have been to cover up the existence of this signal, resulting in the current secrecy and tight security evident on this station.
The only conclusion you can guess is that the Consortium are worried that the discovery of this signal will lead to a political nightmare. Likely both the Gaule Protectorate and Consortium citizens themselves might presume this is related to the Catastrophe and blame them. Although you found no evidence that the signal had any link to that disaster, the secrecy and cover up by the Consortium for over 200 cycles does make them look suspicious. Keeping it quiet has worked so far, maintaining the current status quo makes sense.
You get up and make your way out the room. Taking a quick look outside to make sure its clear before walking out and following the same route back to the entrance. Luckily no scientists to be seen anywhere, but to be safe you still take a careful path to the exit.
- Leave the Ruins.
As you reach closer to the entrance, you spot a pair a guards outside. Ducking into an empty room, you check the schedule you have to find another security lapse to exploit. There seems to be a window approaching soon, and you place yourself within view of the entrance to see when the guards leave.
Within minutes, you see both guards depart and you rush to the doorway. Taking a look upwards to make sure that the drone patrol is also elsewhere, you make your way outside and back to the outer edges away from the center of the ruined metropolis.
As you make your way to the outskirts of the Ruins and back to the other parts of the station, you contemplate what you will say to Bing Lancaster about your failed mission. Maybe there's a way to not disappoint him.
Go to the Bar.
Next area: Bar, Spirit of New York City
- Report back to Bing Lancaster.
You enter The Sleeping Satellite Bar and have a look around for Bing Lancaster. You see only a few patrons within, all quietly drinking and discussing in small groups. You spot him at the back where you left him, staring out the large view-port towards the planetoid.
You approach him with the holo-disk in hand.
Me: Hey, I'm back. Here's your holo-disk, better you have it than me.
Bing Lancaster: Jeepers! You surprised me. Don't sneak up on a man like that. So, were you successful?
Me:
Me: No things didn't work out as we expected.
You explain to him how you picked up all the necessary parts for the task, the floor plans, the security details and the antennae access codes.
Bing Lancaster: I'm glad at least that information was helpful, but what happened next? Could you not make it to the facility?
Me: No I made it inside and to the central terminal without any problems. But that is where we had an issue.
You continue with all the details, how as soon as the holo-disk was inserted it raised an alarm and if you proceeded with the upload, it would have lead to him being arrested and most likely yourself too.
Bing Lancaster: You knucklehead, you didn't even send the message through! I would have accepted being arrested, if it would have meant that I completed my mission. How can I go back now knowing that I have failed? Did you at least find any evidence of the aliens?
Me: I'm sorry, I had a quick look, but found no records of any aliens, at least not here anyways.
You do reveal though that you found a record of a signal long ago, pre Catastrophe, but that's it, explaining that you didn't want to risk spending any more time inside not to get either of you in trouble if you got caught there.
Bing Lancaster: A signal?! Do you know what that means? The founder of the Roswell Division, Robert Lamb, discovered a signal also, long time ago, that he believed were communications between the aliens. This revelation is the basis for all our beliefs, and you found another record of it. Oh bless, you have at least confirmed our deepest ideology, this might be enough for me to report back to Little Earth, at least my time here was not a total failure.
Bing Lancaster: See here, I'm a man of my word, so I promised you a fee, regardless of the mix up with the message, your heart was in a good place. Please take this reward of behalf of the Roswell Division, and a little extra for the acquisition of the entrance codes. I should be off now, take care of yourself.
As you say your goodbyes to Bing Lancaster, you notice both his reward and the small fee from Randa Haddad being transferred to you.
Mission success
You have received 430.00 credits.
Mission success
You have received 20.00 credits.
Mission success
You have completed the "The Truth Is Down There" mission.
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