Designated to Daimyo Elise and Princess Nevaeh

[Anthony Smith]

[Incoming Message]
[Sender ID: Anthony Smith]
[To: Daimyo Elise and Princess Nevaeh]
[Subject: Executions of Libertonian shippers]

Good morning, afternoon or evening. I can't be certain when you will be reading this, after all.

As requested by her majesty, I present to you a first fruitful endeavor with lucrative results which happened not long ago in New Tokyo. Attachment of said event have been included in this message, so feel free to sit down and enjoy the eye candy.

Official business aside, I hope the both of you arrived safe and sound at Ainu, and I'm looking forward to conduct more pleasantries in the near future. Enjoy your drinks, m'ladies.

[Attachments - Initial Contact | Scan Results | Encounter Logs | Final Blow | Earnings]

[End Of Transmission]

[Karst]

-incoming transmission-
-source: Hokkaido-
-subject: Fun-

Haha, oh yeah. Elise here.
Honestly, I wasn't sure you'd really write to us. Much less with concrete results.
And so soon, too.

I just got up and my head kinda hurts, so I won't be writing essays. Yeah, we did arrive at Ainu okay. Yeah, we did enjoy our drinks.
A little too much, maybe.
And we are both still alive at least, although my princess is still fast asleep.

Anyway, your actions amuse the daimyo.
I see you've already made some very respectable cash from that little episode, but I did promise you a reward, right?

So here it is. Keep up the good work!

-end transmission-

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[glassofwater]

~A small bloop is heard on your end of the comms, the bloop repeats after several seconds until the culprit is located. (i.e. a button)~

smash!smash!smash!smash!

"Oh poo! Are these things on yet? Oh! They are! Good! Ummm, hi! I am Princess Nevaeh(!)

She takes a moment to realize Elise has sent her reply.

Ellliiiiiseee!!! Why does my head hurt so bad? -sigh- It's okay...

She goes back to the original topic.

Umm, you shot that man down! Mister! There had to be other ways to stop him!

She taps her mouth with the back of her index finger, plotting for other ways to stop people.

Mister, you could have offered that guy.... TEN cookies! Or 15! No one can turn down free cookies! THEN YOU TRAP HIM!

She has a clear look of disappointment on her face.

I think I saw his escape pod in one of those screenshots.. and I guess you did what you could...! So everything is fine and dandy! You're silly mister..! Did you know that? Mister, you made a bunch of money in an ugly stupid transport! Never seen anyone else do that! Mister, Princess Nevaeh is still pleased.. AS LONG AS HE IS OKAY!

Nevaeh then fumbles around the controls until suddenly the video feed cuts out.