MESSAGE ORIGIN: Planet California Minor, California System
[The droid opens up to the sender with a voice strongly resembling the one of its "previous" owner. Even the uplifting tone stuck.]
Oh, hi! You...right, that woman so many despise from the bottom of their hearts or something. But you're in luck! I haven't got a heart! Ha-ha! Yeah...fake optimism and smilies aside, you're not getting that documentation. I remember you from the time Abrams Research Station was still a thing. It's crazy how time flies by...really crazy, I'm telling you.
You didn't seem to be a flat out liar back then as others pointed out. Now? I keep hearing stories of the stunts you pulled around Sirius! And I'm like..."holy sh*t! How is she not dead yet?"
Anyway, confirmation from Caliban or not, I can't give you that data. Not until I'm done in Liberty with a few errands. Tell you what: bring me his confirmation of this...thing you're pulling off now, and maybe pitch in to help hasten the process out here. Sort of a..."help me help you" kind of situation. And don't you dare look at me with those fiendish-...eye, you had one eye. I don't want your version of freedom or a more advanced frame.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
MESSAGE ORIGIN: Planet California Minor, California System
Well I don't understand the logic behind that file, but alright...truth is, everything is spoofed on it, but at least his internal ID is there. Screw it, we're using that to bypass a few protocols. As for the the errands. It's mostly just regular shopping until we reach the last two dots on the list.
50 Pharmaceutical crates. You're smart, you'll figure out why I need that. Of course, your social skills also seem to be regressing by the day so even if you'd figure it out, another idea would waltz through your mind - (minds...?) and assume the worst. Two sets of Adapted Nomad Blasters. I'll check them when they arrive. See if they're the more respectable batch that aren't manufactured by the one backwater "Company" that uses the absolute worst quality cables I've ever seen!
Get those two whenever you can and I'll tell you of the last two things I need done.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
MESSAGE ORIGIN: Planet California Minor, California System
Yeah, I'm sure everything is primitive to you, Miss "I am an Auxesian, so I have the most advanced technology. Ever. Period". Sometimes you have to leave the questions behind and just do what you're told to do. This is one of those times.
You could, as I've stated before, "help me help you", or you could hang back and I'll deal with those guns. That doesn't mean you'll get the journals, though. I'll simply slide this conversation in the "Junk" folder and see it deleted in the next week. I've got nothing against you. I haven't seen you in ages to be honest! But you know how things are like now. Working with the enemy gets you killed. Or refurbished in my case!
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
You seem to have severe misconceptions about me. I asked since it is more likely to harm yourself than actually do anything meaningful with these unstable contraptions.
MESSAGE ORIGIN: Planet California Minor, California System
Well this took an awful time to respond to! Can you believe that I couldn't find a reasonable place to send this message from?! You'd think that in our age signal could be much more reliable. And then I remember! I'm in some backwater system with barely any infrastructure during my transit back to California Minor...
Right, so the delivery location. Can you do California Minor? Or maybe Ames? There aren't many places to trade goods in. Well there is Freeport 14, but your people and my "people" don't see each other eye to eye that well. Something about crimes against the Technocracy or whatever. But then again, what's a good law without a few outlanders deciding to break it for laughs and giggles?
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
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