In orbit of Planet Houston, Phil Rocconan sits in the cockpit of his Guardian-class Liberty Very Heavy Fighter. So far; he’d had an uneventful day but that changed when the ship’s computer beeped, informing him that he had an inbound transmission. Now; who could that be? Phil thinks to himself as he looks at the display;
INCOMING TRANSMISSION
COMM ID: Sarah
Mr. Unknown’s secretary; I’d better answer this, it’s probably important, he presses the accept button; “Hello Sarah; I take it that this isn’t a social call?”
“No, I'm afraid not. Mr Unknown would like to schedule a meeting between yourself, your Slavers Union connection, and Him on neutral territory. He is adamant on putting his plans into action ASAP, so time is of the essence here.”
“Understood; I’ll make the call to Shepard tonight, but I can’t guarantee that he’ll go for it.”
“Ok, but keep in mind that if all parties involved follow Mr. Unknown’s plan we will all profit.”
“In that case; I doubt we’ll have a problem, as profit seems to be the only language that people like Shepard understand.”
“Wonderful. Mr Unknown will be pleased. Once you have the meeting and neutral location arranged, just let me know, and I'll add it to his schedule. Thanks.”
“No problem Sarah; I’ll contact you after I’ve talked to Shepard.”
COMM LINK TERMINATED
Phil moves his fighter into position and activates Planet Houston’s docking ring thinking, What have you gotten yourself into this time, Mr. Rocconan?