An anonymous transmission to Moka of the Liberty Rogues.

[Altejago]

M'dear,

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.