FIller

The ship flies for about an hour or more before the ship's radio recieves a call.

"Sa-- ire! You-- ere?" It's Rabsy!

You pick up the receiver and speak.

"Rabsy? Is that you?"

"Le-- e cle- up the si-- al..."

A moment of static.

"Yeah, Saffire, it's me," Rabsy says.

"Wait, how did you know this ship's hailing frequency?"

"You brought it to me, that's how," he says. "My guys and I find out a lot about that ship while working on it. Did you know one of those shower heads pulls out and also has a massage feature?"

"Really?" Blackfire asks. "Which one?"

"The center one, I think. If you look closely, you'll see that it's a little different."

"I'll have to try that out," Blackfire says.

"So, Rabsy, what happened after we took off?"

"We saw the police vehicles fly around for a few minutes before they actually came in and asked us if they had seen or."

"And what did you say?"

"Verbatem, I told 'em 'the only Tamaranians I've seen ever where the ones I just saw on the television'."

"Quick thinking from the quick talking rabbit," you compliment. "And has there been any news on Transgression and TS1?"

"This one ended up like the other one you killed: he's dead thanks to a blow to the head," Rabsy rhymes. "And a blue-haired Tamaranian is the connection."

"Yeah, but another TS1 member will simply inherit the title and come after me eventually," you say, less than optimistic.

"You've beaten two," Rabsy says, "and deaths usually comes in threes, no matter who the next Transgression will be."

"Alright, later Rabsy," you say as you turn the radio off.