"Sir, there is a letter for you. It came old school, at first I thought it was nothing, But it's got your personal code written in UV." "I see, open it and read it aloud please." Said the Master Scout without looking up from his console. "30 December, 36587. Hey dad, it's me. Vaycay has been the normal thing really, You know, parties and stuff you cringe at but everything is good. The tour group I've been with is going to emerald city to catch the band "White out" seems they are planning on having a big tailgate party as well. Unless they get a flat they should be there a cycle or two after this letter finds you. I'm taking a pass as they aren't my kinda music, like way way too loud. So if you might be planning to meet up I won't be there. I heard on abyssnet that there is maybe a new band about to drop a single. They are supposed to be like new wave and you know dad how I love that type. So I'm gonna have to use your card if it's cool to get a ride to space-strip one. Now I know you hate it when I fly alone so I got a line on a driver that's clean and her assistant I think. So you can relax, well, till the next card statement comes I guess. If anything interesting happens I'll let you know. Love ya! lil bit." For a few moments there was silence. "Sir, what did I just read? You don't have kids as I recall." The senior scout stated. "Mister Beech, is it so hard to imagine that I just might have a daughter? Granted, I don't but that is something else. Contact the Imperial Warrant Agent stationed on Regina. Tell him that those guests he's expecting are indeed coming with their gear and they will arrive red. Also get the sector administrator Scout Yori Bailes on the secure channel." Said the Master Scout as he tapped at his touch pad. Mister Beech stood there a moment in the vain hope that his boss might explain what all this "Letter" actually meant. But a quick hard look from the Master Scout told him that very likley he really neither needed or would actually want to know.The Scout nodded and turned to set the flow of information he was given, out. "Be careful little lady." The master Scout muttered softly.