To: Orex Industries | From: 'Dellingr', MND

[Einbeck]

SENDER: 'Dellingr', MND
RECIPIENT: Orex Industries; Tokelau Smelter
LOCATION: Planet Nauru, Omicron Delta
SUBJECT: Work opportunity

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[Despite some initial concerns that the Orex Zoners would choose to simply bin the comm and thus force a meeting through less than favorable means, the surprise reply paid off, for now. Therefore, this mysterious MND contact had little reason to do more than shoot them another recording, keeping his identify just a secret, one a single grasp away, but still a secret.]

Mein,

I'm reaching out to you because, out of all nearby stations operated to full capacity, yours seems to be in the best shape -- both in terms of commercial traffic and general outlook. Out of all factions nearby, you are also only of the few with a neutral standing that we can walk up to and ask a few questions here and there without being blasted to dust. It's simple, really: you've done a splendid job maintaining your base so far.

And why shouldn't we reward you for it? Ah, but, this is also our offer. Listen and listen well; inside the Palau cloud, some 15 clicks south from the Omicron Pi jump hole, there lay 2 stations, both operating with a freelancer identification code and both working around the clock to chip away at the resources you so dearly need also. That said, here's the deal. You go in there and find out more about who operates them, why they're there and whatever plans they have for the future. Summarized, you go in and ask them about their ancestry line all the way down to the first settlers in Delta. For obvious reasons, we can't really do this ourselves.

What do we offer in return? We can be either your first customers, not for Iridium, of course, but we can also offer you a blank check of several millions. This goes without saying, but I'd also put a few good, sugary words up with my superiors so that the rest of the agency knows who she's truly dealing with.

So, what do you say, Zoner?

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