To: The Core || CC: Auxesia

[Omi]

Mobile Transmitter Array, Omicron Space
02. May 823

Sender: Komachi Kurosawa
Recipient(s): The Core, Battlegroup Antisocial Antidisestablishmentarianism Auxesia
Priority: DISGRUNTLED
Encryption: HEFTY
Subject: INCONVENIENCE

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Hey, Nodtviet, Hawken, or whoever ends up answering this thing,

I'm gonna keep this short, since you've probably got an inbox fuller than mine after a wild Saturday night on Cali. You have no idea what you just started, IMHO. I mean, on one hand, Zoners with guns never scared anyone - but on the other hand, there are a lot of them and they're all really loud. Either way, you've kinda stood on my toes here, too.

Since you and your boys (and girls) put a heavy mortar (or two) through my hotel room on Freeport 11, I'm gonna have to ask for compensation. In fact, I have Zoners asking me for eyewitness accounts related to you and yours trying to tear their home a new ventilation duct, and I'd be lying if I said I weren't tempted to give 'em a full and accurate accounts of what happened. Capiche?

Seriously, though, I had to crash in what passed for a guest suite on some Thresher, especially since you wouldn't let me pop down on Yaren after you renovated my room with a ten foot diameter hull breach and some burn marks. Jess is quite a girl for putting me up and all, but I paid good money for that hotel suite and, like, all my stuff went up in flames. Do you know how hard it is to get Robert's Robust Coffee Liqueur out here? That was my last bottle, man - and I have to go find some Cardi peddler right next to 'Sair space so I don't, y'know, die a slow and agonising death.

Basically, you either give me some incentive not to get (more) mad about this or I take matters into my own two hands - and you should know what these two hands are capable of. If you want, I have a list of 'references' as long as my arm. You already have the Zoners and Golanski (praise!) trying to stir up a whirlwind of shooty-type folks against you, and the last thing you need is someone who actually knows where to find the business end of a SNAC telling them how to do things properly.

Because unless you got a better idea about what I should do about my temporary home-away-from-home being turned into so much melted slag (seriously, I wasn't even halfway through my vay-cay) and all the inevitable shooting, blasting and general chaos that's gonna result, I think I already know which side's gone and burnt my toast right up.

Otherwise, I'm all ears!

Expectantly~
-Komachi

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