To: HQ Liberty Navy

[Sangria]

[color=#FFFFFF] Subject :[color=Transparent] . . . . .Alan Polstari's Babysitter is moody
[color=#FFFFFF] Encryption :[color=Transparent] . . Medium

Your friendly Reavers that swarm around your systems checking the dog tags of your pilots after they
were caught, yes I'm one of those Reavers. And I happened to have had a closer look on one of your
pilots.

Since I owe the guys a think or two and never seem to be able to actually repay them, I decided to do
him a little 'un-asked' favor. You might know about Uriel Ventris, some random Outcast boy who used
to be a Destroyer captain and has a long record of shooting Corsairs. Right now he tries to make a
living with some low-life pirating. And apparently your pilot Alan Polstari managed to piss the guy
off quite badly.

Today I ended up fighting your men again to earn some nice credits. Perhaps one of you had seen me,
maybe not. Anyway, Alan Polstari and Uriel Ventris were there too. Ventris was chasing Polstari in a
rather harmful way. So when it all came down to a few clicks of hull left of Polstari I decided to blast
him myself. Sadly I wasn't fast enough to pick Alan's pod. The Ventris fella got it.

When that happened I decided to break off the attack on the other Navy guys to start chasing Vetris
around, who wanted to make a cheap escape with his cruise engines. However he wasn't able to
dodge much fire that rained down onto him, and he was forced to hand the pod back. Which I
happened to get, by some strange miracle.

I left his pod near the California gate where a Convoy picked him up to bring Alan Polstari back to
West Point. So he should be fine now. But the more these events happen, the more I feel like making
him really owe me, and making Alan pay back good.

So please, watch over him with a close eye. And don't let him get into trouble when I'm around,
because saving his ass will soon get annoying if it happens a lot.

Yours,

[color=#990000][font=Andy][size=medium] Sweet Sangria

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