Ghosts of the Past

#establishing connection ...
#securing transmission...

The video recording starts. Rol is seated in front of the camera with tools in hand working on some sort of long, mechanical apparatus. He glances once to the camera and begins speaking, attention held on his work of the unknown device.

"Mister Deckhard Aura, I was hoping to relay this information in person but circumstances at the moment seem to have declared otherwise.

I took your offer, in a sense, and have begun working with the Ghost Festival. Though, Mister Aura, it appears you have moved on into other venues."

Rol looks to the camera briefly.

"The reason for the prerecorded message both an act of penance for my own duplicity and to bring a certain ... equilibrium between us.

As we are both keenly aware the last situation under which we spoke brought the attention of certain organizations upon us, ultimately driving many under your employ out of the Amarr Empire and into lower security space. Your actions and missteps brought ruin to your corporation and upon those under tenure. A betrayal of incompetence.

Given your background and what I know of you Mister Aura, I doubt guilt will take hold for long. I am not one to fault the mechanization's of the past as they have molded you. That would be ... hypocritical of me. You recall when I was put into your employ as a Religous Advisor to your corporation? That is the moment I betrayed you."

Rol sets the tools aside and diverts his attention fully to the camera.

"I was not only working for you, but as an agent of the Ministry of Internal Order. I did not only give the standard audit logs, but internal reports of activity, associations, operations, and more critically ... the placement of your clones and related transmission data. You were being watched, Mister Aura. You could not be trusted working for Empire and Sarum given your previous failures and associations. Should you have chosen to act entirely out of hand ..."

Rol raises an eyebrow just slightly as he returns a small tool back to his hand.

"Betrayal for betrayal, Mister Aura. We are now even."

Rol resumes his attention to working delicately on the device as the recording ends.

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