"Hi Neb,
How are you big brother? I haven't seen or heard from you since the letter you sent me for my birthday. Thanks for the gift. The doll is cute. What did you call it? Leet Doll? I really like it. Think of you everytime i hold it.
Anyway, i'm really worried about you. At first you'd write me every week. Then it was every month. Now it's once a year. I know your busy with important things Mr. Soldier-man. And i had to find out from father you joined the omni-police force. I hope that's going ok for you.
I have a few friends that have left for Rubi-Ka and i told them to look you up. Don't you check your messages? They've tried to contact you dozens of times. Neb, i've heard some terrible things from those friends. The conditions on Rubi-Ka seem to be very volatile. Assassinations, constant wars, murders, terrorists...and that's only to name a few.
I know you left for Rubi-Ka so long ago only to satisfy fathers wishes, but Neb...you could have come back by now if you wanted to. I've talked to mother and she agree's with me. Fathers wont listen...but you know how he is. Always thinking of the family name above it's members. Neb...i think what's going on there is wrong. My friends have been telling me horrible stories of how omni-tek has been abusing the poor people living on that planet.
Forcing people to be slaves in the mines...then killing them when they refuse. And these 'Clans', i mean...are they so wrong Neb? They want to live free and not be used like mules. I've been reading up on the planets history...so many wars. So many revolts...and all these people want are to be left to make there lives what they want it to be. To follow there own dreams, have a good life for there families. Isn't that what you'd want too Neb if you were oppressed?
I really hope your not doing anything hideous Neb. Your a good person...i know you are. I want to come see you, i've booked a ticket to arrive in two weeks. We have so much to talk about. Some of my friends have even joined the clans. I'd love it if you could meet them...talk to them...just listen to what they have to say Neb. That's all i ask.
Anyway, i'll see you soon big Brother. I'm so going to hug you good mister. And yes, i'll make you my special chocolate moose you like so much. I can only imagine your apartment...dirty as always. See you soon messy man.
Your loving sister,
Natasha"
*Neboja set down the datapad and walked over to the bar in his apartment. He removed a heavy set crystal glass, set two icycles in and slowly poured specially imported whiskey into it. He withdrew one small cigarette from a slim silver metallic box. The butt of the cigarette was golden, while the rest was a mix of white and grey.*
"Computer, activate record mode."
*He set the cigarette beween his lips and lit the tip. A deep drag...and an exhalation of solid black smoke from his nostrils.*
"In two weeks a suspected clan sympathizer will be arriving on Rubi-Ka. She is to be apprehended the moment she lands and brought in for questioning and re-programming before deportation back to Prime. If re-programming does not work then trial and termination is suggested."
*Neboja exhaled another cloud of thick black smoke, directly into the whiskey glass. He watched the two icycles turn and melt slowly amidst the black mist...grasping it and emptying it's contents in one fluid motion. The ice jinggled against the crystal glass as it was set back onto the counter, and a slight crack formed on the upper right corner. He had not realized he had slammed it down.*
"Her name is...Natasha Graveheart. The people awaiting her arrival will also be clan sympathizers, and through interogation they will eventually tell you the names of other clan sympathizers."
*He took another drag on the cigarette...much deeper...and holding the smoke in much longer. He could feel the weight growing on his chest...and slowly released the smoke. A billowing cloud released from his mouth...upward to cover his face.*
"The Graveheart family was not aware of Natasha Graveheart's treasoneous views or beliefs or that she consorted willingly with the clan. They are to be absolved of any legal actions for the daughters...mistakes."
*He leaned against the wall and took another drag of the cigarette. Exhaling the black smoke as he spoke.*
"Computer, end recording and send it through a secure and direct channel."
"Dim the lights..."
*He poured himself another drink and reached for another cigarette.*
((I was bored...it's shiat but killed 20 minutes.))