"The cold void of space is harsh to the soft skin. Colder weapons that fire heated plasma do well to protect the ones who wish to travel unharmed. This message echoes through steely hulls and metal corridors. Glittering screens that dance with the image of the one speaking. A request sounds forth, for the intoxicating boon the Outcasts produce, Cardamine. A ship travels far, with pilot and empty holds, hidden from passive scans as to conceal the needed cargo. Their identifiers all show as clean, able to traverse the harsh void without molestation. Their intent is to buy large amounts of the sweet, orange grass that makes the potent elixirs. They will carry this far, and bring back holds refilled with illegal software. Software that programs ships, programs defenses, and various machines. A symbiotic tryst that will repeat as an affair of narcotics and data. This message echoes on, for those who listen to consider the offer spoken. Reply so that the empty ship shall fill it's cargo hold..."