To: Jeff Anderson

[Commissar]

...Incoming Transmission...
...Encryption: Active...
...Origin: Buffallo Base, New York...
...Sender: Sarah McFarlen...

The signal had been through at least three other transmitters before reaching its destination. By the time it finally arrived, the feed quality was poor, even by Rogue standards. The quality of her message; however, could not have mattered less to Sarah McFarlen, silhouetted against the undersized cockpit of a Mule freighter, still in dry dock. Judging by the state of her clothes, the girl had been working on the vessel for a good few hours.

"Long time no see, Jeff." she muttered, dripping sarcasm. "I mean, you'd think it'd warrant some sort of note... Hey, Sarah, I've joined up with homicidal maniacs! Having a swell time."

Sarah practically spat the words, disgust forcing them from her.

"News gets round. Trust me on that one.

Were you there, Jeff? I heard about the Intruder. What happened there... Did you do it? I'll bet pulling the trigger made you feel really good, huh? Shooting defenceless people... Christ." The young engineer shook her head, seemingly seeking to shake the terrible image from her skull.

"There's a difference. Between killers and murderers. A killer kills because they have to. A murderer does because they want to. The Rogues have plenty of both... It's not great, but...

I thought you were better than that. When you helped Kashi, you fought off a cruiser so no-one had to die! Now you're helping them kill people." Sarah slumped back in her chair, disbelief and betrayal as plain on her face as joy once was.

"I don't care what they're saying. Don't you dare step foot on Buffalo... So help me...

Goodbye, Murderer."

...Signal Lost...

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May you live in interesting times.
| Sarah McFarlen | Jane Hartman |