Recipient(s): <|> Quantum Outpost <|> Sender: <|> Josie "Rose" Hemlocke <|> Location: <|> Dark Matter Interference <|> Subject: <|> Just Business <|>
"We don't know each other."
"It is for that reason that I'm reaching out to you now. I've been informed that you deal in some "interesting" materials, and when arriving to investigate that claim ourselves, It was noted that you seemed to piss off the local cultists, and you had a sentient trash bin cozying up to your station."
"Now none of that is my concern, or my business. But what /is/ in fact my business, is that one of your suppliers claimed to be "working with the Rogues."
"Seeing as I don't even know who the f*ck you are, I took exception to that."
"More to the point. Since you decided to get caught in a lie, my pack now expects a pretty hefty apology to keep our cannons off your station and it's blue pig defenders. Otherwise we're going to be quite a massive thorn in your side. Judging by the fact there's cultists on your doorstep, I think we both know you can't afford to have any more problems."
"Correct your mistake with a one time payment of 10.000.000 to the [R]-Innocent.Slaughter, we'll forget you even exist, and you can get back to dealing with the cultists."
Actually, I have no idea what are you talking about?! ... It seems that we are in the season of fake stories and no one notified me. You are not the first one who approached me lately with an imaginary story about a weird incident... but I give you that, you are a funny one.
Well, looking closer into your transmission here, I see a demand of 10,000,000 s/c somewhere in someone's dream... Ah, I need to pee, you can go f*ck yourself now.