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To the rogue called Bassam Hussaini,
I am Adrian Thrax, the eleventh of my name, lord of the land which is called Thrax, protector of the Cloister and a vagrant son of a dying planet.
My eyes and ears were busy at work, and I am gladly aware that you are working on what we have agreed on. My naive self almost succumbed to my silly wishful thinking, that maybe you people could be not as awful as the stories suggest.
However, I am aware that you're eager for this arrangement because of the advantages it could provide you, as much as it is because how good-hearted and caring you are, no doubt.
Come to think of it, I think there's a good way for me to find out what kind of a person you really could be. But I digress.
I have a package for you, Bassam. Yes, specifically you. It's a rather personal gift to you, a bounty of Anu and your own actions, which, somehow, finally resulted in something beautiful and completely innocent.
We need to meet somewhere safe, and you better be alone, as I have no idea how your friends could perceive such a package. I don't want to embarrass you. Also, hiring a cargo runner for this package will not be possible, because of its highly perishable nature.
I am in the neighborhood with this said package, and will be so through this week. Any Freeport is fine, but the one in Theta, or more so the one in Omega-41 could be delightful. With a dead star in the background, maybe we'll witness a delightful new beginning. Besides, where we met the last time, you got shot aplenty.
I'm mildly surprised to see you're still alive. The last we met, I was under the impression you went to seek your fortune in Liberty, to raise a war band and carve out your place in the universe. Yet I haven't heard of any marauding pirates appearing in the heart of civilized space, not any new ones, that is. Safe to say, that you weren't very successful? Indeed, here you are with what I assume to be some poor attempt at gaining funding in exchange for phantom "packages" and "gifts". At least you're far more creative than your father ever was, I'll give you that.
You speak as if you know me, like you know my past. I don't appreciate that. But I'll give you a chance and entertain your proposal, on the off chance that you actually have something important for me, however slim the odds may be. I'll meet you on Freeport 9, but if I sense even a shred of deceit from you, I'll make sure to organize a personalized reenactment of your father's last day, with you in the leading role. Stay close to the Freeport.
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To the effeminate father called Bassam Hussaini,
I guess you're somewhat aware by now that I do not hand out gifts needlessly, nor do I babble a word without proper consideration or with the heat of anger.
Your inability to track me happens to be what I intended, and I'll keep it that way until some conditions are met. I am not about to be completely honest with you, not all the time, and I told that to you before as well.
However, I'd not call myself unsuccessful, and though you are not aware, even you and your people have been a good source of income to me. Not to mention, you're still working on a project on my behest with no cost to me, and I am sure you will continue to do that.
The gift I packaged for you is simply thanks for your help so far. I want nothing else for the time being. Give as much as you take -- isn't this a command of Anu, and what we do our very best to follow?
That girl... Her name is Sara. She's eight this year. I've found her mother and herself when I had dealings with your old gang. Everybody knew who her mother laid with before she got pregnant with that girl. You should know it as well, you look alike, and your appearence is the opposite of an old man with a fading mind. You look more like a healthy teen who can't yet grow a beard, and even though you seem to dislike protein consumption in favor of an effeminate figure, your brain is hopefully, /still/, capable enough to remind you something.
The child and mother have been protected in the care of your old gang all the while, because even though you left them behind in a hurry to save your meager lives, you have a reputation among these people, and because such an act could be of good use eventually. Not to mention, the mother actually served well in the camp, and in the tents of many raiders, though she eventually succumbed to an illness and is no more. Which makes you the only relative alive of this girl.
You took a family member from me, but here, I am giving you one as a gesture of good will. Do what you wish with your daughter. Though be warned, the next time we meet, there is a possibility that I might put a bullet through your skull before you knew who that is, and in consequence, leave a sad orphan behind.
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