Thank you, but.. that's a picture I expected from someone else, and the only person other than this someone who should have access to that picture is not exactly a person and he would never speak like this.
Who is this?
Isla Nazumaki Director of the Marshals Service
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Pretty sure I'm the only one who should have access to that picture, considering I just took it yesterday. Unless, of course, Victor did keep a backdoor open. Wouldn't surprise me.
Heya, Isla.
It's been a little while, hasn't it?
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Sender: Isla Nazumaki Recipient: Olivia Sable Subject: Oh my god
07/05/828
Ol..ivia..!?! Isla said with a gasp, a smile covering her face as her eyes filled with tears of happiness. She wiped her tears away after being speechless for a few moments, crying silently. It's.. It's you! She then begun laughing almost hysterically, not being able to comprehend that the voice she just heard and the face she just saw were the ones belonging to Olivia.
The video recording was un-paused after a few minutes, the jump between the two different recording being fairly obvious as Isla was no longer teary and was on a different position. She couldn't help but pause the recording and re-view Olivia's transmission a number of times, trying to get over how she is still alive.
You.. She sighed, you're still alive.. Olivia..! You can't just.. come back like that and hit me with the guest account number six four whatever whatever..!
Olivia.. She continued after taking a deep breath, it's been.. a damn long while.. what happened out there? Beige told me he..
Isla paused there, her face frowning after she remembered his words about there not being any signs of an escape pod being launched. The thought of that alone made a few tears re-appear on her eyes.
Are you alright?
Isla Nazumaki Director of the Marshals Service
In service to the Republic.
Olivia... You.. You lost your Sutinga.. you almost.. We thought you were dead.. Beige told me he found your ship wrecked with no signs of an escape pod being released..
How can you be 'better than fine' after all -this-..
She sighed.
I'm glad you're alive.. I'll look forward to seeing you again, I assume there's a bunch of stuff you've gotta tell me.
Isla Nazumaki Director of the Marshals Service
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» Sender: Olivia Sable
» Location: Fort Bush, New York
» Recipient: Isla Nazumaki
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Beige found my ship? He went out to look for me? Christ, that guy. Guess I oughta give him a call, too.
But don't worry. I really am okay. I'm not one hundred percent sure about the how and why, but it's the truth. I'll explain what I can when we meet. Soon, hopefully.
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Oh, right.. You don't know any of this. Beige took the Inspiration and Victor and headed out to find your trails after I told 'em you should be somewhere around the Kusari and the Sigmas. He was missing for along time looking for you, we were in touch often..
When he finally managed to trace you down and saw what became of your Sutinga he was.. He was in a state I never thought I'd see him in.
We saw him in space yesterday, with Trish.. He's spending every single day getting drunk at bars, missing you. We told him to go find his wife and spend some quality time with her to help forget the events, he should be around Bretonia with her at the moment..
Please, do contact him as fast as you can, he really needs it more than anyone else right now.
Isla Nazumaki Director of the Marshals Service
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» Sender: Olivia Sable
» Location: Fort Bush, New York
» Recipient: Isla Nazumaki
» Subject: Re: Beige
Beige and Victor? Now that's a pairing I'd like to witness firsthand. I'll be sure to get a hold of him when I get the chance. Wouldn't be fair of me to make Kelly put up with his moping all by herself.
I guess I oughta just be glad that he broke his vow and came out to the Omicrons to look for me. I'll owe him a beer or two.
See you in space.
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