## Source::Fune ##
## Target::Mart Bellock ##
## Kind::Video ##
## Encryption::Omega ##
## Start ##
![[Image: Connie_t.png]](http://yaoquizque.free.fr/Ressources/Discovery/Screenies/Connie_t.png)
*The girl waves, smiling*
Hey there, honey.
Your friend Andie... Rmmm... *She scratches her lower lip* Andrew Peterson honey?
He told me you were quite sad.
Maybe i could help you?
I'm very good when it comes to heal hearts.
*She nods sagely and beams*
I massage quite well too! Annnd... I love to dance!
Sooo... You would like to be helped?
Maybe we could meet?
Call me back, okay!
I hate to see people sad!
Byebye!
*She laughs and sends the pulse*
## Endof ##
:: Incoming Transmission ::
comm id: Mart Bellock
message begins:
A man around 35 years old appears, wearing a goatie and sunglasses
Who the bloody hell are you? And how do you know that smelling heap of dung called Peterson?
Are you a prostitute? Because I just came back from a stop on Ainu on a delivery to Okinawa and got all my... 'needs' tended too. My god what a space brothel that is...
...
He leans forward
You're not that Kusarian girl I met there who was hell bent on a 6-some with more toys than a Toys R RUS : ))))) store, are you?
If you are, sure. We can get toghether. Just yell!
He leans back, lowers his sunglasses and winks
*the signal is cut*
## Source::Fune ##
## Target::Martie honey ##
## Kind::Video ##
## Encryption::Omega ##
## Start ##
Rmm? I'm Concordia! *She says smiling, as if it explained everything*
I met Andie honey a while ago. He's such a sweetheart!
Anyway... I was on Leeds orbit a few days ago and he passed by...
Sooo... We started to talk a bit!
That's when he told me you weren't quite happy, love.
Because of some bar on Canaria... or something!
So there!
*She beams*
I thought i could help you? By finding a way to heal your heart a little bit?
Annnnd... Uhoh...
Pro...sti..tute?
What is that...
*The girl starts to search on the neural net, finding quickly a lot of references about it...
She suddenly bursts out laughing*
Woa... Sounds funny!
Anyway... No, love.
I never sold my body.
I always offered it freely, when i wanted to.
However...
*The girl scratches her lower lip, thinking*
I dance to earn flax... Does that count?
*She leans back on her chair and smiles mischievously, staring at the recording device*
Buuut.... Though....I didn't call you because i wanted to sleep with you, sweetheart...
...Yet.
*She smirks softly but her expression changes quickly, as if she seemed to be somewhat serious now*
I wanted to help you. I told you why.
Buuuut... If you don't want to be helped... Then i cannot do anything.
So do tell me, honey.
Do you want to be helped? Or do you plan to let that heart bleed forever?
Byebye! *She blows a kiss*
## Endof ##
:: Incoming Transmission ::
comm id: Mart Bellock
message begins:
Concordia...
A ZONER?!
You're the bloody Zoner head honcho-nette? Like, the leader of the Legue of Losers? The boss of the Band of Bar Closing Bastards? The queen of the Dont Shoot We're Neutral Nancies?
What a waste.
He reaches for a pint off screen and puts it to his mouth then stops
You know about the Epmress` Legs then? and the great injustice that befell it? It was a crime to me and thus to humanity. if you are the leader of those gits who closed the bar down, I do need your help.
Have them shot. All of them.
In the legs.
Then give them medical attention to patch them up.
he takes a sip from his pint
Then have them shot again. In the face. twice. With a battlerazor.
And yes, my bleeding heart needs help. Peterson was ever so kind to send you after me. We could make a date out of it and discuss the finer things in life like dead Zoners and their maimed and charcled corpses?
He leans forward again
I guess that kind of put you off, eh lass? The whole 'charcled corpses' bit. But if you're willing to compensate me for the heartache I suffered over the closure of my pub, I'm all ears!
*the signal is cut*
## Source::Fune ##
## Target::Bellock honey ##
## Kind::Video ##
## Encryption::Omega ##
## Start ##
*She laughs a bit* Woa... We're quite angry, aren't we?
Yes? I was born in Baffin?
That makes me responsible for every single thing people i don't even know did to you?
*She laughs again and looks at the recording device, smirking*
Ah! Makes sense!
*The girl then continues, smiling softly*
I never heard about that Empress legs thingy dingy, sweetheart.
Andie just told me some bar was closed and you were very upset about it.
Annnnd... About your suggestions... Well nooooo.. *she says, shaking her head*
I dislike violence.
I'd rather kiss than kill!
Anyway, sure we could meet, if you want?
I don't really mind what you could say as long as it would make you feel better, you see?
But only if it makes you let out all this sorrow and start fresh.
*The girl opens her arms and rolls her eyes, beaming*
At any rate...
If you don't want my help because i'm a zoner or for any other reason, then just tell and i won't bother you again!
Byebye! *she waves*
## Endof ##
:: Incoming Transmission ::
comm id: Mart Bellock
message begins:
I figured you wouldn't fancy a bit of Zoner torturing... shame really.
Anyway, we could always meet up and have a chat? You sound like a bonny lass, even though you're a Zoner. I guess I'll swallow the <strike>lie </strike>statement that you had nothing to do with the closure of the Empress' legs.
have you ever been to Ainu? We could meet there and party it up. That'll sooth my broken heart. And some other things...
He coughs
It's really a fun place to visit. Just make sure you take some ogyxen masks along for the ride.
If you don't fancy a giant, sweaty space orgy though, we could also meet on Leeds? I know a bloody good pub there.
*the signal is cut*
## Source::Fune ##
## Target::Martie! ##
## Kind::Text ##
## Encryption::Omega ##
## Start ##
Ainu?
It's in Hokkaido, right?
I love that place! It's so beautiful...
And the girls there are so funny!
About Leeds... Rmm... I don't like it much...
It's so depressing there...
But yay...
I will let you decide!
Where you feel the best!
I'm in Omicrons right now. About to dance so... Just sending this quickly!
Waiting your call!
## Endof ##
:: Incoming Transmission ::
comm id: Mart Bellock
message begins:
Bellock nods
Leeds is indeed quite depressing. It's like floating in a giant fart. It sure as hell smells like that. Or maybe that's just the local KNF reeking. I don't know, really.
so, Ainu it is then? It's true that the girls there are funny. And willing.
He leans back scratching his goatie
I just thought of something. I may have to check up on my docking clearance on Ainu. The previous party there ended with a bang, if you will. A bang which was quite loud. too loud. Like the type of bang you hear when a 5k transport and its intoxicated crew ram the baydoors of a spacestation when trying to leave.
Well, we can always go to the Empress' legs!
*the signal is cut*
## Source::Fune ##
## Target::Martie Martie Martie..? ##
## Kind::Video ##
## Encryption::Omega ##
## Start ##
Hey again!
Didn't you say the Emprie was closed? Ooorrrr... I missed something?
*She smiles mischievously*
Or is it a subtle way to say...
*The girl then tries to mimic him*
"Go away, bloody zoner lass?".
## Endof ##
:: Incoming Transmission ::
comm id: Mart Bellock
message begins:
No, it's reopened. I just bear grudges for a loooong time.
We can go there, no problem. I'll just have to beat up the bouncer with a monkey wrench.
Whaddya say?
*the signal is cut*