To: The Liberty Rogues

[Hana Ken]

The video feed opens to a well light room. There is a woman, in combat gear, looking out of a panel window towards a Bison transport. The purple hues of the nebula nearby mark the system as Shikoku. Next to her, tied and kneeling, is a man wearing the Merchant Captain uniform of Universal Shipping whimpering.

Konnchiwa,

I am Hana Ken of the Sisterhood of Dreams. We are a small, tightly knit sisterhood within the larger Golden Chrysanthemum organisation. Some call us terrorists or extremists, even within the Chrysanthemums, due to the methods we employ...

We do what others won't to destroy the Republic and bring an Empress into the seat of government.

Hana gives a nod to someone behind the camera, and the Bison explodes in the background. Bits of shrapnel bounce off the panel windows, and the merchant captain squeals like a pig. She gives the pig a kick to the groin, shutting him up.

We're contacting you because of a recently received transmission. Seems like you Rogues are missing your fix. Well, there is something we're missing too. As our operations are... irregular in nature, we require a steady stream of Black Market Munitions. Explosions don't cause themselves, sadly.

I see the makings of a deal here. We understand Liberty is... "your turf". We have a couple of unmarked transports waiting to make the run to New York and back. If you'd give these transports access to your bases, we'll get you the Cardamine you crave. I shall await your response.

The woman pulls a pistol out of her holster. The camera is being moved away, but there is still audio recording. The screams of a man in terror and three gunshots can be heard.

The video screen cuts to black.