[From: Doctor D. Jameson.]
[To: The Council of Dons\Outcast high command.]
[Re: Revived.]
Greetings former employers.
Allow me to start off by telling you how sorry I am for having to defeat your firewalls and other digital defenses, but my codes seem to be quite outdated... No matter. I am Dennis Jameson, and I'm sure that name is printed down in some of your less public files, along with [our research. The details are trivial and you will be informed once our cerebral network reaches an efficiency level of 99.915%.]
I wish to be reinstated as the "don" of all scientific pursuits. [We also wish to receive supplies in the form of rare construction materials, electronics and prisoners of Corsair origin.] I think you'll find that the results of [our former projects] will be enough to prove my worth as both researcher and [as an asset to the Outcast nation.] I'll include a file containing... some of the research data at the end of this transmission. It should [provide you with the information you require to make your choice.]
Please resolve these matters as quickly as you can, for I am eager to resume the work started all those years ago. [And inform your pilots that our presence in Outcast space is acceptable. We have little ships to spare as of this time and losing one of them due to a misunderstanding could lead to some serious complications for us.]
Well now.. Here's a 'face' I didn't expect to see anytime soon. The data you supplied us with was analyzed by Ghost techheads, and their faces sort of made a jump. A jumping face, yes. You know what the hell I-
Right. You're free to take up your old position. Contact us for any further materials needed.
[From: Doctor D. Jameson.]
[To: The Council of Dons\Outcast high command.]
[Re: Splendid.]
Much obliged Miss Dejesus. Oh, and congratulations on your promotion to Admiral.
[Our envoy will be sent over to Malta within the hour. He carries our mind and thinks in the same patterns. He will obey your commands and relay any directives you have for us.]
I'm looking forward to getting back to [our joint projects.]
The Man known as; Minister, Don, murderer, slaver, Set Ramires, sits in his chair after having been away from the political world for awhile and reads the data collected on this: Jameson.
He reads each line with care and each new paragraph with interest.
He smiles before he touches the respond key.
Mr Jameson...
I don't believe I eve had the chance of "meeting" you..
hehe
Well, it seams the rest of the ministry took it on their own to admit you into the Ministry..
But if its the will of the Ministers, then who am I to complain.
I am, Don, Minister Set Ramirez, of the Blue Lotus syndicate, and I welcome you back. From where ever you came.
[color=#FFFF00]Comm ID - Vice Admiral Diablo, Shadow Outcast Brigade Target ID -Dr. Dennis Jameson
Begin Transmission:
How in the name of Cardamine are you alive?
I remember you. I was merely a Colonel back then & the Brigade was just forming up & Struggling.
I also remember you was a mad man. Hell bent on experimentation on numerous subjects regardless of the pain & suffering you caused them. As we know Mia Bonello had little regard to life & would stop at no end for new weapons or enhancements, I knew Raul Sanchez did not tolerate your insane actions & I thought he had you killed. Seems you escaped that fate.
I am on the proverbial fence in regards to your return. On one hand, your research skills are needed with a project I have BLS working on. On the other, your ruthless, no morals approach to testing has slaughtered numerous subjects including Outcast. Your genocide is only second to Mon'Star himself & that could be questionable.
I look forward to your return as I may have a project for you. But I also warn Admiral Dejesus to keep you upon a short leash. You are a dangerous man Jameson, I wouldn't wish you on most of our enemies.