Intergalactic Summit

+ I would like to report i have finally been able to crack into the system. The virus is an old CreoDron software program, that was made to help protect some of their testing facilities against hackers. But to the real point. I have located my fellow Pilot, Ber Kan. It seem's he has been kept planet side. Please again bare with me, as I am unfamiliar with the area of Curse. But it seem's J4UD-J, within hale constellation.

I have been working diligently to pinpoint the planet, as well as work on finding the area. After several hour's of studying and sifting through different feed's, a specific chatter was sent out from Planet II. The planet seem;s predominately barren and almost a pure wasteland.

I am just shy of being able to locate specifically where he may possibly be held at. Thankfully there is only two locations within the planet that are of question. And only one seem's to be pumping that same transmission feed as before. I will now Attempt to see if I can gain access.+

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-Connection Established-
[+Hale|Communications|Activated+]

+Feed activated+

The screaming of the feed activated. It would take a few moments before the static and the screeching sound of back feed finally died and the video would go normal. The room, bland and dull. Lights beaming down to fill it up. A basic medical examination table, seeming to be occupied by Ber. A man in a white lab coat, standing over him holding some type of soldering iron. Leather straps around his arm's, legs, and neck hold him down. Heavy breathing is heard from him. chest lifting and falling.

Leaning more, he presses the hot tip of the soldering iron to Ber's chest. Loud groans of agony escapes him, as he tries to jerk himself free and away from what is causing it. Only forcing the man to push more into it. The man in the coat seem's to be pressing more and more onto Ber's chest. Working on the tattoo there. As the soldering iron keeps going into his skin, digging, burning, Ber gives a loud growl out. Eyes closed shut, teeth gritting.

This would go on with two other tattoo's. One on each of ber's arm's. When this was completed, the man began just writing onto Ber's chest. "ENJOY THE SHOW" is written across. Not looking up from his work, the man slowly moved away taking the soldering iron to a small holding unit and sets it back into place. Rummaging at a small table with different item's, he would come back with a pair of heavy duty cutters for what would be used as locks.

Moving towards the end of the table, he fasten's one of ber's big toe's in between the sharpened cutter's, and squeeze slowly. Yelling escaped ber at that point, having broken finally. When the toe pops off, the cutters would open, and move to the next toe, slowly slicing in. Ber only screams louder now. This would go on until all the toes on that foot are severed completely off.

+Feed Disconnected*

+I. I am so sorry. I did not mean to bring this up. We must hurry. We must get him. I do not know how much longer he can take this.*