To: Capitaine Giulia Orsini

[KarmotrineDreams]

INCOMING TRANSMISSION A mildly encoded transmission, bearing encryption typical for private corporate correspondence, finds its way through Gaul space, and is picked up by Unione Corse arrays. The designated recipient is unmistakable, and the transmission is quickly whisked along the radio waves. It's a voice recording, that of the curious smuggler/business woman met in the Provence system. Sender: Áine Ó Néill Message Contents XXXXXXXX Capitain Orsini, I hope this transmission finds you well. I've found myself thinking for these past few days, about our encounter; about Gallia. I should wonder: Why shouldn't Red Stag take the odd contract, or, perhaps, even negotiate more steady deals for work, with the Unione Corse? Sure, we're a Bretonian company, but no law forbids such trade agreements. Not with the Unione Corse. So, with that in mind, consider this formal request: Do the Corse require anything shipped in from far shores? Surely there's something you and yours might benefit from receiving in regular trade convoys, no? The tone here is explicitly... a little whimsical. A bit sarcastic. She's clearly making calculated choices for her words. All to be in line with legal codes, to evade certain accusations, should this ever become evidence in some sort of court. But it still sounds serious, in its own way. A codeswitch, of sorts. By all means, lets hear whatever you have in mind: Sirius is vast, and its markets doubly so. And I'd hate for a whole planet or consortium to go without access to what should be freely available in the realm of commerce. So please, speak freely. Within legal limits of course. P.S. That party liner, where might I find it again...? I'd love to come by sometime. Perhaps we could even schedule a delivery to such a system?