An officer working on Bourbon station sends quite the alarmed hail to his superior, transmitting him the following message, stating that it must be seen ASAP by the HC.
::TRANSMISSION EN COURS::
::ERROR - ENCRYPTION ERROR::
::CREDENTIALS OUTDATED::
Salutations cordial,
I hope that this backdoor into Bourbon hasn't been closed, as I don't have any other ways to reach you as of now. My name is Lucie Poitoux, and I have an offer to make. Some of the older ones among you may remember me as the personal bodyguard of the nutjob that was Aurèlie LaBrise. Ambitious, but certainly crazy. She'd have led to the ruins of L'Unione. Some say not even Death can stop her, but, between you and me, let's say that after missing once, I came back and made sure that this time, the deed was done.
I know how you people treated most of those that were part of my gang, which is why I'm being cautious here. You've probably got an entire dossier on me: how I was born and raised in the Ile De France system like any other good little girls, how I then ran away from my family at age 13 on a whim in a search for action, and how Aurèlie's family adopted me and trained me as her personal bodyguard, her personal killing machine more like, I daresay, under her reign. They picked me for my deceptive looks. Who'd think that a frail, 5'3'' blue haired and eyed, thin framed, cheery lookin' girl would be proficient in 6 different martial art disciplines, trained and specialized in the use of blasters, rifles, explosives, batons, knives and a multitude of other weapons, as well as the concoction of poisons and the likes?
You probably have a billion files about my actions during the LaBrise - Orsini conflict, and how I thwarted quite a few assassination attempts against the good lady. I know my loyalty to the Corse here is at doubt for having cooperating with her, but I was naive and acted in what I thought were the best for the future of the family. I hadn't realized our good lady was nothing more than a Nox addict powerhungry demon, either.
I was the one who first attempted to execute her, spiking her drink with a powerful drug, lleaving her for dead during a party held by the chief of the Gallic Royal Police himself, when I realized my mistake of serving her without questioning her motives. Then I went under hiding, as the Police's best asset had just been eliminated (or so I had thought, it turns out that I had overestimated the dosage I had given her, perhaps flawed by emotions that held me back), and I knew they would deploy all of their forces to try to reach me. Hiding in your ranks wouldn't have been a possibility, as I didn't know if you would forgive me.
So I became a fugitive. Only to hear a that our good lady had returned, became the girlfriend of Prince Joseph and was being named Baroness of Marseille. I had to strike. I was the one who blasted her over a mile away with a laser rifle during the ceremony on planet Marseille. This time, there was no emotions to hold me back. I only wish I could've gotten her prick of her boyfriend as well. Oh well.
By using this outdated protocole and signal, I know you can easily trace my location and simply come and pick me from my hidey hole. It's what I'm actually expecting of you. Then, you can figure what to do of me. From my point of view, I think I've paid my debt to the Family, and I'd like to be part of the picture again, but you may think otherwise. I'm simply... tired of running, I really am.
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