"My friend will bring you to the person you asked me to meet. I really hope you can find useful hints to get what you are looking for".
Mister Fatty, as I secretly had named him - he had never introduced himself - already knew most of my story. I wasn't informed how he had managed, why he was giving me a hand and what his profit of all this will be? All I was told was to either blindly trust him and just take it for granted or leave and stay out of his way.
As I had nothing to loose I gladly accepted his conditions and went back to the docking station with the tall guy who hasn't said a word yet.
"Mister Nogunata, if I was informed correctly your ship has limited cloaking capabilities. I therefore ask you to stay close to my tail, cloak while you align to our new jump coordinates and try to stay as unremarkable as possible".
Without any recognizable expression on his face he added that we don't wont to be the reason for any fleet battles because his boss would be very unhappy with that. And that indeed no one ever could possibly intend this.
I silently nodded while transmitting a new code to my personal AI triggering another two hour timeframe. What followed was a quick journey through two linked wormholes leading to something that looked like an illegal shipyard or smugglers den. My guide kept cloaked after we both had dropped out of warp. The comlinkscreen flashed showing his angular face telling me to dock at port 7b and to ask for The Skunk - with best regards from Mister NiceGuy. That was the last I saw of him and his Buzzard.
(Recovered blog-entry from 2009)
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