It is wonderful to be back. The silence of deep space has its own sort of charm,
but nothing compares to the familiar hum of a friendly station.
I must confess, my travel ledger is looking rather sparse. Matters of... discretion, you understand.
Once our work at Evia, Ravenna Invicta and Sanctum is concluded, I imagine I shall be making myself scarce once more.
But not before I see to it that certain vital supplies reach their destination.
One hundred crates of the finest Cretan cigars, and five hundred of our best rum, should help to keep spirits high.
I’ve also managed to convince some of my brightest minds to lend their expertise to our current endeavor.
While I was making my way through the Deterrence Sanctum, I couldn't help but notice a disused wing of the complex.
It seems a shame to let such space go to waste. I was hoping I might prevail upon you to allow me the use of two small rooms for the storage of some... sensitive materials.
Information that I would only entrust to a fellow Deterrence officer. Naturally, I would require the highest level of security. If you could spare a few of your most trusted guards,
men the Executor himself would trust with his life, it would be most appreciated.
If not, I can, of course, provide my own.
What we are doing here is of the utmost importance. We are rebuilding what was lost, and in these uncertain times,
it is more critical than ever to keep our secrets close. I count the Executor - by nature dictates - as one of our inner circle.
Might I count you among them as well?
On a more practical note, I was unable to locate the Logistics commander.
If you should see him, please tell him to contact me at his earliest convenience.
As you know, this operation is a top priority for the Imperio, and we cannot afford any delays.