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Origin: Slaver's Bay
Subject: Deep fringe
My Lord, the slavers of the Shipbreaker bow to do thy bidding.
We set ashore in the ominous pea soup of Omicron Chi. Out here Slaver's Bay is like a needle in the hay stack - we don't expect to be bothered for a long time. And even if by some stroke of luck our location would be disclosed, we make ourselves scarse and relocate to another, disposable location.
The first batch of the finest will soon arrive to Slaver's Bay. You're welcome to come and inspect the goods before we set sail further out.
Before I sign off, I beg you don't forget about our arrangement back in Delta - we trade loyalty and slaves for ores. If it pleases you, my Lord, the payment is due.
I advise you watch your tongue Yana, or I shall have it cut out. You will get what you were promissed soon enough.
Know that your whimsy is just as unamusing as the attempt to fast forward your reward - you do not really expect me to come to Slaver's Bay, do you? For all I know yours is a nest of cobras one keeps for entertaining certain remote prospects, in the most litteral sense.
Now bring me what I pay for - afterwards you will have your ores.