((Harrington's Quarters, Cargo Ship Antares))
::Chris had not believed that the search was over. More than that, refused to believe it. His linguistic skills and knowledge of comm relays would be more than sufficient to make it impossible for Starfleet to contact them. He was like a father to Chythar, since all Calvin did was foster the boy's interest and not do such a good job with raising him. In more ways, uncle Chris was the father CD never had. He knew of his adopted nephew's connections, and took a moment to write a letter.::
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To: Lt. Commander Raissa Moonsong, USS Invicta & Commander Sal Taybrim, Starbase 118 Ops
From: Chris Harrington, Starfleet Retired, Deep Space 6
Low to Medium Priority
Hello. You don't know me, but I'm Chythar's adopted uncle, Chris Harrington. I want you to know that no matter what the official story is behind the disappearance of the USS Gorkon, I will help find it. I have refused to believe the kid and his crew are dead and will be doing everything in my power to help find it.
Keep your fingers crossed that we will be successful and bring them home.
Never Losing Faith.
Chris Harrington
Retired Comm Officer
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::He clicked "send" and paced the length of his quarters a few times. He was impatient and wanted to get aboard whatever search ship was still going in search of the Gorkon. He'd already received a letter inviting him on the possibly unauthorized mission. Now he waited for the call that said they were leaving.::
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Chris Harrington
Retired Comm Officer
Deep Space 6 (on Leave)