A call to Unemloyed/Redundant Fleet Carrier owners for the formation of a Prisoner's Aid Society to render aid to those newly released to roam free!

Commanders, Hight Phonsalt of Phong.
How often did you wake up after a drunken sprawl in a tank somewhere out in the boonies, having to travel long distances in an inadequately equipped ship in order to pick up the thread of your wandering, in the course of your illustrious rise to Fleet Carrier Commandership ?
 
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