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[*][color=#005cb8]-- Encryption:[/color] Standard
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-- Subject: Deuterium - High-Temperature Alloy connection for NSE
Howdy,
We picked up some Deuterium from Cleveland Station nearby. I made the run with Thomas. Never met the fellow before... quiet. No freelancers wanted to fly escort with us, so we were bound to be alone on this one. He didn't seem to mind. I don't mind either. That was until some 46th got picked up on my radar... Junior Lieutenant Katherine Simons. She sounded sweet, but she was all business. Escorts well too. We talked some about the dumbass Rogue gangs. Low lifes, all of them. She escorted us uncomfortably far. I'm not so sure she may have broken a law or a treaty somewhere. I won't say how far she took is in this comm. Seems like a promising officer, I don't want to ruin that. Well... that was all of the excitement of the run. Damn near fell asleep if it wasn't for Sweet Susan Sallyson bringing me some coffee. Or so, I wish it was Sweet Susan Sallyson. She was actually a he, and he was some intern Universal picked up in their grand recruitment campaign. I'm tempted to flush him out the airlock though. But I won't... he's a good enough kid. He doesn't cause trouble. Anyway, we grabbed a bundle of those High-Temperature Alloys on the way back. Thomas almost got into a fight with the dock manager at Nebula... I laughed.
Anyway, take a look at the manifest. Do they have any good lodging at Nebula Technologies?