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Recipient: Bahati Rehn
Subject: Friend of a Friend
<Ms. Rehn, you have no reason to trust me or anything I have to say. But that's to be expected of people who live the lives we do in the world we choose or that choose us. My name is one you may have heard, I am Locke; otherwise known as the Shadow of the Outer Rim or captain of the Midnight Special. I prefer Lock first, Captain second, and Shadow never. It's the Imps name for me and a bit pretentious. Now to business. Through my connections I hear many things and I know you're looking for a ship's Power Supply with a ventral 'L' shaped coupling that would fit your ship. A tall order considering the rarity of that particular part, but I am a man of means and I have acquired what you are looking for. What do I want in return? Simply your time. Your name is also well known in certain circles and you have influence whether you know it or not. I want to have a sit down and discuss something with you. If this terms are agreeable, meet me at these coordinates on Dressel. I look forward to seeing you there. I'm pretty good at reading people.>
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"You really think she'll show, Captain?" Urun said in his native tongue as he walked down the beach from their temporary camp and landing site. His large black eyes reflecting the crystal waters and breathtaking landscape of this once bustling smuggler's den. He stopped near Locke, raising a hand and staring towards the heavens as if he could see a ship in orbit.
"Though I couldn't possibly know, I do. In other words; yes." The pirate ran a hair through his messy, chestnut hair. His long hair was held back by a silken red headband with some held in a loose style with several strands blowing in the wind wildly. His skin was dark and scarred. His black eyes gazed over the beautiful beach and he smiled slightly. His clothing was half elegant and half practical; armor with silk and cloth. He turned his head without looking at his old friend, "Go check on the others. We should have company soon and with any luck, a new ally."
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Recipient: Bahati Rehn
Subject: Friend of a Friend
<Ms. Rehn, you have no reason to trust me or anything I have to say. But that's to be expected of people who live the lives we do in the world we choose or that choose us. My name is one you may have heard, I am Locke; otherwise known as the Shadow of the Outer Rim or captain of the Midnight Special. I prefer Lock first, Captain second, and Shadow never. It's the Imps name for me and a bit pretentious. Now to business. Through my connections I hear many things and I know you're looking for a ship's Power Supply with a ventral 'L' shaped coupling that would fit your ship. A tall order considering the rarity of that particular part, but I am a man of means and I have acquired what you are looking for. What do I want in return? Simply your time. Your name is also well known in certain circles and you have influence whether you know it or not. I want to have a sit down and discuss something with you. If this terms are agreeable, meet me at these coordinates on Dressel. I look forward to seeing you there. I'm pretty good at reading people.>
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End Transmission
Dressel, Old Smuggler's Hideaway
"You really think she'll show, Captain?" Urun said in his native tongue as he walked down the beach from their temporary camp and landing site. His large black eyes reflecting the crystal waters and breathtaking landscape of this once bustling smuggler's den. He stopped near Locke, raising a hand and staring towards the heavens as if he could see a ship in orbit.
"Though I couldn't possibly know, I do. In other words; yes." The pirate ran a hair through his messy, chestnut hair. His long hair was held back by a silken red headband with some held in a loose style with several strands blowing in the wind wildly. His skin was dark and scarred. His black eyes gazed over the beautiful beach and he smiled slightly. His clothing was half elegant and half practical; armor with silk and cloth. He turned his head without looking at his old friend, "Go check on the others. We should have company soon and with any luck, a new ally."