..::[ Incoming Transmission ]::..
..::[ Communication ID: Vaelin Darklight]::..
..::[ Encrypted Against Anything Not Sarah McFarlen ]::..
"Dear Sarah."
"I believe a face to face meeting is in order, being that we have not seen each other for some time once again, I have a juicy preposition for you. Omega 9 B,5. I look forward to seeing you there, and if you are not there - I'll just have to come and kidnap you as that's just what annoying jack'n'box friends do."
From Vaelin Darklight
P.S I was kidding about the kidnapping
P.S.S Kinda ..::[ Transmission Terminated ]::..
Or whichever name you're using these days. I'm almost at the point now where I can pick your messages out among the spam now, you know. It's usually the least believable thing in there. I mean, I had exiled Coalition royalty petitioning me for my help to release their millions from the grasping hands of their over-possessive family, but your messages always manage to swim to the top of the unfiltered list. I just thought you should know what you're up against so you can appreciate just how impressive that feat is.
There are government missives that don't get that high a priority. Then again, there are government missives that don't even make it off the courier, so make of that what you will, I guess.
You get the idea. Let's just assume I picked the right form of address here, okay? I mean, I burn through names like a Junker goes through blockades, but you, you've really pulled something special off on the alias front. I might need to start keeping a book. I think I did at one point.
I'm not a free agent any more, Chris. Believe it or not, I do have things that need doing here that I can't up and walk away from. I can't just gun the engines and point the ship at Omega 9 (loot and adventure, away!), whenever I feel like it - even when you call (and that's without talking about the radiation belt. Which I can talk about, if you want.).
Anyway. Give me a half hour or so. I need to get a few things tidied up here, and beg/borrow/steal some fuel, but I'll be there. Eventually. In the meantime, you probably should, y'know, cut down on the kidnapping threats? One day someone'll take you seriously and do something silly like complain to the authorities (people the authorities still listen to, at any rate - not us poor old rock dwellers), and I don't want to be anywhere in the same cluster as you when that happens.
Keep an eye out for the marauder (it is a marauder. Don't let the scanner readout fool you.) flashing a Widerstand IFF. Nine out of ten chances that it's me, and one out of ten that Freya's found a way into my mail again (in which case, hi. That sabre in bay four's still sticking on banks. Probably don't want to take it out again just yet, if you're attached to your eyeballs. I'll work on it when I get back. Really.). Either way, you're probably best just to say hi. I'm sure you'll figure out who's who soon enough.
See you soon.
End Message
"This is really sort of a personal project of mine."
- James Arland, on single-handedly engaging an enemy regiment.
As it would stand, I have never encountered anyone that could match my ridiculousness, despite the circumstances(things) of my past, I am still quite innocent(Not at all). Sarah you have always reminded me of a faithful dog, (in the concept that when a squirrl goes running by you have to chase it and forget what your actually meant to be doing.)
Nothing can stand against me, not even if whales took to space and started to reproduce Gold(I am sure the mollies would love this.) The problem is that, people don't take me serious when I am and when I do, do as I say, then they are surprised (Mostly because I do it to spite their dismissal) Now stop rambling like an Old crone and get out here. ..::[ Transmission Terminated ]::..