Some time later you are met by a courier from Csilla who passes you a small envelope. Inside the envelope is a chip, which when placed into your holopad, plays a message.
The message begins with a close-up on what looks to be a middle-aged Chiss official with pale skin and jet black hair, wearing clothes decorated in medals. He leans in and checks the light to see if it is recording, and then offers a single nod to the camera.
"Right. File… One-four, three eight seven slash CW. You seem to have contacted us concerning an unauthorized trade route change. Luckily for you the one responsible for it is dead, whether or not that is your doing is yet to be determined. A trial run and audit of your assets is in order. Doubly lucky, we’ve no trade routes that far out, and if you can navigate the hyperspace lanes back to Csilla with your cargo, this may prove an opportunity for you. Should you perform well the audit is sure to go well.
The lot of you are to decide on the one most capable of being acting Captain of what we have labelled file one-four-three-eight-seven-slash-mtr, or more casually, the Mytaranor Trade Run."
The man furrows his brows and leans in to the camera, speaking sternly.
“Send a report of your assets and projections for the coming cycle with the courier. I look forward to further news from our newest trade. Remember that there are severe consquences for failure to deliver, and though your captain is dead… The Ascendancy does not tolerate runaways. Good luck, for your sake, Adush.”
With a finality about him, he smacks the console and the transmission ends.
