I promised you I'd send you a message once I arrived in Omega-3, so here it is. The trip was uneventful, as expected. Now I just hope my business here follows suite, but I doubt it. I can't tell you what it's about right now - it's a rather sensitive matter with some old colleagues of mine involved and they'd probably prefer it if it stayed between them and me, at least for the time being. When I'm back I'll fill you in on the less confidential details.
I hope you're staying safe in my absence. No more getting spaced, as promised. Otherwise you'll be in a world of trouble when I get back.
That's all for now. I've gotta head out and meet my contact.
From: Lieutenant Isla Nazumaki
To: Olivia Sable
Subject: Missing you
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Hey there Olivia,
Thank you for contacting me to tell me you're alright, I'd love it if you kept me updated on what happens with your work sweetheart - it's alright if you can't share details, I just want to know if you are okay, so please do remain in touch. Especially if you know business won't go by easily. I just hope your 'colleagues' don't cause you any trouble Olivia.
I am doing my best staying safe, but yesterday that was rather difficult. I was contacted by someone needing a small escort from Pennsylvania to New York - nothing out of the ordinary. Instead, I was greeted by three Rogue vessels in the path from West Point to the Pennsylvania jumpgate. Those bastards didn't even have the honor of giving me a chance to win by offering a fair fight, they just dived in, all of 'em against me. There wasn't anything I could do there, I'm sorry.
On a brighter note a new friend of mine, a Zoner, was in the vicinity and picked up my escape pod after I ejected, taking me back to the Elizabeth - so all is well.
Take care, Olivia, don't get yourself hurt, please.
Well, god damn. I guess I can't be angry at you about this one. Just, remember what happened for the next time someone requests an escort through the Badlands. If only more Rogues could be like Bunker... But I'm glad you got out unscathed. Please keep it that way.
The "work" is... a little strange. Something of a detective job, this time. Well, not really a job, since I'm not actually gonna get paid for this one. More of a favor, I guess. I just hope I get things figured out here, and fast. The work's quite important not just to my former "colleagues," but, regrettably, also to myself. I'll try to come up with a way to explain it to you without incriminating my partners and myself by the time I'm back.
Stay safe out there. Consider finding a wingman while I'm gone.