Good morning!

You may remember me. I'm alive, turns out. And some wadstick put me back here on the Metropolis to sort things out for the New Old Raiders. Aaaaand it turns out we still have some of your fine equipment in use.

Just wanted to make sure we're still on good terms seeing as I've apparently been out cold for a fair bit of time and my corporation hasn't.

Cheers!

Hello, Ms. Professor.

Taskmaster it is. I decided Overlord sounded too war-monger-y. Trying to keep our actions on the down-low.

Valletta? Don't know what you're talking about. We're nowhere near the Omicrons. Not sure who told you we were. In any case, you can classify us as stable. I'm certainly not going anywhere again, and we could use a hand in the western Independent worlds. We have a fair bit of stuff to pick out from Coronado and bring down to our new location, which I'm not sure I have enough encryption to disclose here. Perhaps if you would like to continue this communique somewhere else I will do so as soon as the Spyglass array is back online.

Here's what's up: The old leadership is back. The old Vagrant Raiders are back. You can consider our goals to be what they used to be, with a bit more passing under the radar, and without Petrucci at the helm. Trust me, I'm all for cooperation. I just need a hand getting there. We have goods to store and I don't think we can fit it all in the Silent Man in just one trip. We might need to stop over at Mactan and refuel. Turns out old reconverted Bretonian liners are absolutely horrible on fuel efficiency.

We will honour all our previous arrangements with the Lane Hackers as if nothing happened, except for the shift in leadership and disappearance of some more abrasive individuals. I just want to make sure we're still friends.

We have a couple crates of old Hellflurries in storage. All of them, according to my last inventory two years ago, are still there and accounted for. We will burn them for heat if you want us to. It's cold here.