[::Incomming transmission::]
[From: "???", "BURGUNDY" (ERROR- NO MATCH FOUND)]
[To: Crime Boss Moka]
Dear Moka,
You don't know what price it costed me to have a direct access to your personal line. I don't even know if you still remember me, but I don't care in the least. Our short but sweet meeting on Curacao left me wanting more. As I type these words, I admit that I'm about to lose my mind. Let's meet one more time. One last time.
Moka stood at the large viewing bay window overlooking the traffic coming in and out of the Quietly Confident and Terre Haute. He looked at the seemingly endless torrent of traffic, mostly pirate transports with loot stolen from the next system across, Galileo. He loses himself in thought a moment before his slave elder enters the room. "M-m'lord" he started nervously "My most sincerest apologies for disturbing your peace, but there is a private message for you." Moka turned and stared at the small wiry framed man, and waved him out of his lair. He sat down at his console and turned the communications screen on. Expecting yet another communication of empty threats, he quickly begins to realise this was no ordinary message considering they never start with 'Dear Moka'...
My Dear,
How can I forget? It might have been short and very certainly sweet but not forgettable. It is rare for me these days to enjoy lifes simple pleasures like the company of a fine female such as yourself, and rarer still is it again that I spend such time with only one.
We simply cannot have you losing your mind, I just won't allow it. We will catch up again very soon.
Give me a time and place, and I'll clear my plans to make sure I make it to you.
I've heard mention of good Gallic wine on a station near the Omicrons, I'm sure you have passed it before. Freeport X in the northern Taus, Thirty Seven I believe, we can rendezvous with minimal fuss and with appropriate class. Blending in is certainly achievable in place where no one cares to look, but money and luxury is plenty.
I'll see you there in a couple of standard days, I need to prepare for my departure and the flight time can be troublesome to say the least. I'll remain connected to this channel on my datacom so I can stay in contact and send you the name of the reservation to ask for when you get there.
~Mok~
Moka sends the transmission and glances up to his slave elder peering in the door. "M-Master, what can I do for you?" The pirate warlord thinks a moment to himself and then commands his minion to gather a weeks luggage. "I'll be going on this trip recreationally, and so don't bother packing crap. Just my finest threads and light arms. Get my security detail up to scratch as well!" Moka ordered. He was rather looking forward to catching up with the lady of exotic origins in the forth coming days.
