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[Laviene]

*Thump. Thump. Thu- CRASH!*

"Oof! Dammit, Chuck!, Why is there crap all over the floor!? What sorta place you got 'ere, a junkyard!?"

"S..So..Sorry, Jay. L..Let me help y..you up."

"Ah, never mind. It was my fault anyway. Shoulda been watchin' where I was walkin'. You said I could use your commlink terminal, so.. where is it?"

"J..ju..just through here, so..son. A..all you need to do is hit the gr..green button to s..start it."

"Like this?" *Click* A low humming noise echoes through small room. "Man, where'd you find this thing, anyway? It musta cost you a damn fortune!"

"H..haha, don't you m..mind, son. I have many fr..friends."

"You sure do, old man. Anyway, I wanna use this in private if you don't mind."

"Su..sure. Call me when you're d..do..done."

"Will do, pops. Thanks."


**Incoming Transmission**
**Decrypting Data Signal**

Source: Planet Houston, Texas System
Comm ID: J. Fletcher
Subject: Revenge..

I'm not sure who to address this to, so sir will have to do for now..


Sir,

I am writing this in pure anger and outrage, having just lost my brother and my job. All because some idiot in a suit couldn't handle his drink.

Let me tell you what happened. Me 'n my brother are dockhands on Planet Houston. We help with unloading and loading of both cargo and passengers from the vessels that land on the Planet.

Now yesterday, a luxury liner decided to call in for a brief stop, and naturally we were there to make sure everything went smoothly, as usual. Only this time, there was a big ol' cockup.. The passengers had been enjoying themselves at the bar on board the liner. Most of 'em could hardly walk straight. One, a fatass with a suit more expensive than my apartment was havin' trouble walking down the gangway. My brother, being the nice fella he is, tried to steady him. The drunken idiot pushed him away, and in doing so fell flat on 'is face, breaking his nose. This caused all sorts of fuss, with my brother being blamed for the accident.

Now they've gone and locked him up in Huntsville for the next twenty years, charged with 'assault'. Assault my ass. They even fired me! Said I was an accomplice, and was lucky not to be jailed either.. That was just the final straw, I can no longer put up with this <strike>shi..</strike> crap. I need to do something.

I was chatting to one of my buddies from the docks yesterday. He mentioned your.. organisation and said it might be a good place to get some revenge on these corrupt fools. He gave me this commlink channel an' said to send a message. Well here it is.. Can you help me with what I need to do?

Yours

Jay Fletcher.


**End Transmission**

"Thanks pops, I'm done. I hope they get the message."

"Th..they will son, they wi..will."

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I can resist everything except temptation..