In the spirit of not frackin' up your relations with the Royals..
I'm contacting you first.
*Grabs a cigar*
I chased down a 'Lonial.. that was merrily sittin' his hide over Java..
To your own controlled space, T-39, where he then docked.. Go guess..
With a frickin' 'Lonial Carrier called.. Hades.
By the way, my photography lessons are improvin'.
*Lights up the cigar and exhales a copious amount of smoke*
Do tell me..
Should i get bothered... Or not?
Silver.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
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The comm uplink shows Jack sitting in his office, almost the same scene as last time. It seems to be almost a ritual when answering bad news. Even the professional friendly smile seems to be the same. He has a glass of whiskey in his hands, toasting towards her when the comms open.
Hello again, Kalliste. I got something from a Guildmaster, telling me to deal with stuff like that. It had your name on it. So... seeing you is kind of unexpected and almost a little too fast for my taste, but alright. Here you are. And: You found something. In Tau 39. And as you are a smart girl, you knew what to do with something that you think is hot.
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He leans foward, putting his elbows on the table, looking straight into the camera after taking a sip.
Now. Let's assume I do not want bad press around Gallia. Their neuralnet news are kind of biased when it comes to Sirian Tau population and I hate trouble anyway. So, let's try and get rid of it, shall we?
He leans back in his chair, fingertips touching each other, the smile remains, he almost might seem a little amused by the following, and she might sense a playful curiousity in his looking at her reaction, scanning body language and any other signal that might be interesting to judge whether to even think about it.
Furthermore, I know you are a material girl. In a very material and merciless world. So, give me a price tag that includes the destruction of the only avalable set of data with proof that it is gone for good and that I am the only person who ever saw it besides you.
If you have a number, call me.
The comms close with a friendly nod and him raising his glass slightly.
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