Don't worry, my hack wasn't to read any of your messages. Actually, I'm writing this to you to extend an invitation and to let the universe know of our existence. My name, is Shadow. As all of our members are named as well. We run a very dangerous game in this cut-throat region of space we call our home. We don't have names, we don't have identities, we simply offer our services for those who would wish to use them.
What is our service you may ask? It's quite simple: We provide goods for those who are unable to reach them.
Fighting a revolution? Need weapons? Hire one of our Shadows to bring you the ammunition and explosives you need to put down those oppressive enemies.
Staging a coup and need nuclear devices? Look no further. We have radiation shielded cabins for our freighters to get you what you need.
Want the goods that your house government says you can't have? Need just one hit of whatever drug you enjoy? Let us know, we can get it for you cheap.
That blockade of battleships preventing you from making a shipment on time? Hire one of our Shadow-runners to run the blockade for you...I promise we will only take a nominal fee.
Whatever you need, where ever you need it delivered, illicit or legal good. It doesn't matter. We will run it for you. If you're interested in a high-stakes game of near death experiences while hauling a*s across Sirius, look no further. If you need goods smuggled, contact the frequency labeled "Shadowfall" at the end of this message. We can setup an arrangement from there to get your goods to you when you need them.
Don't forget. Shadows are always present when needed. We're but a neural net call away.
You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark. Roleplay is dead. Long live Powertraders and PvP I guess.
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