Sneak Peek

[Malok]

Approximately mid-afternoon, Tatooine median time, a coded missive would arrive upon the personal datapad of one [member="Danger Arceneau"].

It was rare that Darth Metus, known to the Queen of Trade as Isley Verd, contacted the woman on a personal basis. However, what laid on the horizon more than warranted contact. For, as peers within the Trade Federation and long-standing contacts within the commercial circles, there was an unspoken understanding between the two - Danger always took a neutral stance internationally, so long as her holdings were out or harm's reach.

And so, assurances had to be made.

Subject: The Old Agreement
Priority: High
Body:

Greeting Danger, I hope this message finds you well!

I've no doubt that you have been keeping up with the Galactic conflict that has been raging as of late. And, as you are already aware, the Confederacy has been reborn under my leadership - and we have chosen a side. We have aligned ourselves with those stung by the various Imperial powers; and in order to stem the tide of their aggression, we will be taking militant action against them.

I am writing you this day to inform you of where we intend on moving, as to ensure the safety and security of your holdings. The Confederacy has no desire to bring any modicum of harm to what is yours, and I have no desire to inconvenience the business of my colleague. In the near future, we will be moving on Tatooine intent on removing the Imperial presence there.

My only request is that you provide me the barest details on where your holdings are located so that we can pass them over.

And, should we succeed in our goal, I would like to discuss the possibility of reinstating the agreement held between ATC and the CIS.

Looking forward to hearing back from you. Until then, I hope you and yours are well. Sincerely,

IV.

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Approximately mid-afternoon, Tatooine median time, a coded missive would return to [member="Darth Metus"].

Subject: The Old Agreement
Priority: High
Body:

Mistah Verd,

Such a pleasant surprise. I can only hope that you are doing well.

I must say I am grateful for the trust and respect you have shown me in giving me a heads up. You're right, I've seen more and more chatter from one end of the Hydian to the next rustle across this galaxy. There's a restlessness about; one that makes me wonder just what would come of all these acts of men, words, and war.

I'll take into account and ensure that that non-essential personnel are kept to their homes. I've no interest in spilling innocent blood on the dunes of the Western Sea. While I appreciate the request on a list of my assets on Tatooine, I hope you do not fault me for tightened security. Panic, as it is known, tends to be the worst offender and the deadly blow that strikes in the dark.

The Southern Systems Business Bazaar Station is not one to miss in Tatooine's orbit. Nor are the several Ark Class Stations, Restoration Station, Trist-Class Repair and Refueling Station, MT 3000 Fuelling Station, HALCYON Space Train/Skyhook Planetary Transportation System and the Arceneau Trade Merchant fleet protecting them to name a few. It's a busy sky over my little dustball I call home, with more visitors every day. Some to stay. Others go.


Mos Eisley and Anchorhead see the bulk of my protection with the spaceports, docks, and warehouses. I've no small defensive measures that I've collected over the years, so I ain't worried too much if things get more than a little close for comfort. I caution you, that the Jundland Wastes are as feral as they've ever been. Tatooine ain't no planet that can be completely tamed, my granddaddy taught me that long ago. All manner of sapients take to those hills and out far into the dunes to hide and be let be.

I'll be honest Isley; I've done grown old. I'm tired. I might still be able to pour you the best Corellian Whiskey you'd ever have, but I've no desire to go butting heads unless I have to. I look after my own as much you and ain't looking for a fight unless I've no other choice to.

You know my stance on these things; I keep to myself and it's the only way less folk bleed dry.

Take care of yourself, Isley, don't need your hide filling with holes it weren't meant to have.

Danger Arceneau