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Knock, Knock, Little Rock

From his distant vantage point, Josiah Rackman takes careful note of a long assembly of cargo transports. The herd, as one could inevitably offer comparison, files from MO V – a resource satellite positioned near Jovian space – with casual disregard for its personal safety. Pirates are everywhere in this region, and only a fool mans a defenseless helm.

Yet today, Providence Gundam’s targeting computers are set upon a different goal. The precious minerals being carted towards Galilean space are quite safe. Rather, MO V itself is the query.

“Hello…?” Josiah rasps his normal suit’s helmet, causing a great knocking sound to broadcast over local COMM channels.

Crackling, a feint and nervous response, “Y—yes? Mr. Rackman?”

“I see my reputation precedes,” an even, almost solemn tone acknowledges his infamy around these parts. Back in the old times, mere mention of Josiah Rackman and his Providence Gundam was enough to send escort fleets scurrying away. Of course, that was decades ago, and nowadays things aren’t always so simple.

“W—what do you want?” the voice cracked from youth; a boy, perhaps eighteen, still trapped in the throes of puberty.

“Uh… right… I’ll take a Krusty Burger, hold the lettuce, and Krusty Fries. Do you all serve Dr. Pepper?”

“Huh?”

“Just give me the satellite, kid… and that Dr. Pepper.”

Outcome: MO V captured Providence: No damage