Hello! It's me. That Order Scout from a few weeks ago. That prank I'll probably not forgive you for...probably.
High Command is looking to share intel with more apt personnel. I told them about you and they've agreed. I've got absolutely no clue if you do know this already or not, but it's worth telling nonetheless, right?
Awkward conversations aside. Do you think you can visit Omicron Mu sometime soon? I'm on my way there myself now that I've gotten permission to.
I'm glad to see you're still alive. I had a wager going on with some guys from Fort Ramsey, and it looks like I just won a few credits. As for the intelligence you want to share, you're in luck. I'm scheduled for my routine check up and should arrive on Akabat in a few hours. I'll meet you in space after.
Awesome! I arrived on Taba, by the way. First time visiting the Omicrons in a long time and I already see problems in our core worlds. A battered Outcast Battleship was making its way out of Omicron Mu as I arrived! I didn't have the firepower to fight back so...I could only watch.
Heyooo! - *smacks lips* - Ssssooo. Does this frequency still work? I've got something for Em', or... whoever's in charge now. That, and a bunch of questions about these HeeHee Brigade guys.
I just hope this thing still works - itwouldbereallyembarassingrightnowifitdidn't...
I'd like to claim that your message was simply lost in all the hecticness surrounding what's happening in Coronado, but it actually just got filtered out as junk. Obsolete encryption and an out-of-use frequency? Come on. You're lucky one of our eggheads digs through the spam folder once a month.
So, what do you have for me and what can I do for you?
Come on, man! You know I'm not the most privileged guy out here. I've been running solo for god knows how long now. I think even HC forgot I exist. No matter.
So I have some primo data about your favorite purple leotard wearers. - Theoneswiththefancytechy'know? It involves those HeeHee guys, too. Meet me somewhere, why don't you? I heard the weather around Jericho is to die for. Just give me a call when you're approaching, alright? I need to set the scene and all.
I'm not kidding, though. Because I had no financial backing or any new directives, I kind of resorted to starting a second life. I don't want to ruin it now, alright?
Fine, now I'm curious. I'm on my way to Camp Lister on Pecos as we speak. May as well have a chat with our local man there while I'm in the stellar neighborhood.