To: "A Certain Sister" || From: Loki Valmir ((Heavy Encryption))

[Sylvie557]

Howdy,

We spoke a bit out in space about a week ago, you were curious about where I was taking the Helium-3 on my ship, Loki’s Pride. I told you it was heading to Bretonia with it but was unable to prove it at the time but just to prove I am a man of my word here is the shipping manifest of the cargo in question. We also made a deal for Omicron Supply Industries protection from your organization for a couple months in exchange for 10000 Superconductors to that battleship of yours. I’d like to let you know that the cargo has been dropped off.

Shipping Manifest
[[ONE]]
[[TWO]]
[[THREE]]

While on the battleship I asked around a bit about your group and the name Sisterhood of Dreams came up. Never heard of you all before and that makes me a bit curious. One of the aspects I enjoy most of my Zoner lifestyle is getting to know new people and groups so I’d like to know a bit about your organization. What makes you different than the rest of the Golden Chrysanthemums? Of course if you’d rather keep your cards close to the chest I’d understand… Like I said just a bit curious, it's a character flaw of mine I’ve been told.

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[Sylvie557]

RE-SENDING MESSAGE

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[Enkidu]

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Sender ID: Nishi Adeline Darche.
Sender Organisation: Golden Crysanthenums, Sisterhood of Dreams.
Sender Location: Crow Nebula, Upper Kusari, Chūgoku region, Okimura cloud, Sector E4
Encryption: Conniving

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Subject matter: Smell that? Smells like pay dirt.

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Say, you’ve been wearin’ a filter mask on our beloved Matsuda, correct? Next time, do a gal’ a favour and just breathe, my friend - it’s emancipating, you’ll love it. Look at me - a sprightly cripple of eighty seven and still dating greenstick breakables barely out of their twenties. The dream will save your life, padre.

So, now that I’ve got the - totally obligatory - pro-Maltese agitprop outta’ the way, onto those conductors…

*Nishi inhales, the thin membranes of her nose concaving against the wisps of amber pushing through her airways. Pouting, she blew an immaculate torus at the camera, as if to prove an abstract point, the nature of which only she was aware.*

…Seriously now, these things are worth their weight in Moissanite. Super ain’t the testament I’ll put on these conductors - ya’ll need a stronger adjective to affix to that, ‘kay? We’ve been keeping these superconductors superconducting all week and still haven’t melted the prime drive unit, yet. *Inhales* There’s enough electromagnetism running wild around the propulsion deck to sterilise the ballsack of an Arabian stallion.

Fact: You had one god damn job and you knocked that ball right out of the park. There’s a quaint Libertarian archaism: “you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours”, know of that? Well, you’ve not only scratched my back, brother, but you’ve also given me enough anti-inflammatory ointment to keep my back blissfully scratch-free for the next two months.

I may be a vampiric little terrorist, but place a bullet right between my eyes if I’m not an honest little terrorist. Nah, joking, I’m six foot four. But yea’, digressions, digressions, whatever… *sullenly tips ash into a burner tray.*

…Now, I like Zoners just as much as I like any other apolitical A-hat happier to get about their own disgusting lifestyles than lift a finger for the common man; which is to say if you met me on a bad day I’d knock you for a baker’s dozen. That was the kind of prejudice that you were pitted against when I shoved you out of that trade lane, Mister Valmir.

Yet, you twisted it around right back at me by doing something for us - to us, that is of a rare breed in the Sirius of today: You gave us your word, and didn’t vilify it. Yeah, yeah, you gave us your word under the duress of possibly being murdered in the short term, and arguably that wouldn’t stand up in a court of law, yadda yadda. As it stands - you provided me with a service which you stood not to be compensated for. As soon as you’d beetled out of sensor range, you were free. Heck, you could have speed-dialled up the
Kay’ ’Nn ‘Eff and the Sisters would have been no wiser for it, whilst enjoying the duress period of us not shooting at you to grab some Samura outsourced work. Yet you let your honour remain clean - a service greater than most of our allies provide us with.

Heck, it’s a crazy universe - the Blood Dragons use us as their personal cannon fodder for their eighteen year old puppet shogun nobody with half a synapse takes all that seriously, or whenever they can’t find the ‘on’ switch on one of their four hundred year old battleships, whatever. As for the GMG, they’re about as reliable as a Lane Hacker on truth serum when it comes to keeping secrets - but you, you payed your dues.


As for who -we- are, I’m sorry Mr Valmir, but whilst I may like you on a personal level, the Sisterhood of Dreams is a delicate ship that could do without additional leaks. This is nothing personal, you understand, merely consummate professionalism. I’m a terrorist, OSI is a trading cooperation, and I’m not going to give you anything you could hypothetically trade our lives for, you understand? *Smiles* Perhaps, one day, our organisations could field a working relationship, but before then? No - I attacked you and gained a service under duress. This is the only common ground we have to stand on.

Unless OSI makes the (transparently stupid) mistake of hauling alien artefacts through Kusari, OSI can depend upon our armistice for two months from the moment your transport offloaded the aforementioned cargo. This release period is payment for the superconductors, nothing more.

Enjoy hauling generic shipping containers from point X to point Y, Mr Valmir. I believe it pays well, yes?

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