[b]The home sent its own message, however to another receiver, a call for backup from another fleet. The admiral of the fleet received the message then.[/b] "Sir, its Lydia Frye! She's hailing for possible assistance with an enemy fleet, calling to trade in that favor you owed her for the Blight menace!" [b]A loud sigh then, as the admiral groaned.[/b] [i]"Ugh, knew the day would come. Not to face another fleet though. If we refuse, she may never help again. If we help, then she lives and can assist with later problems. That, is a chance I'm willing to take. Lock her coordinates just in case, Odin may have gotten itself into trouble..."[/i]