I like nice things, <Pilot>. Who doesn't? Handing missions out to you people all day doesn't offer nearly enough to cover my expenses, so a friend and I run a shipping business out to Syndicate space. Nothing big enough to interfere with the Syndicate itself, mind you. We provide a humanitarian service importing the latest holos from the heart of civilization. It's the only way they can get the things for a reasonable cost – buying them direct from the companies in the Federation incurs immense shipping charges.
Our usual courier is out of commission today, with her ship in for repairs after a pirate attack. If you want to make yourself useful, take the latest shipment over to <Station> and ask for Amelyn. They'll know who you mean, just say that “Imba” sent you.
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