Dearest Cousin Skeeg,
It is with the greatest pleasure that I report to you that we have returned to Deep Space Nine with our entire cargo of crystals intact. If there was anyone who might have been plotting to scoop up any of them in the event that, say, the shuttle suffered engine failure, it seems that they were foiled by the quick reflexes of our Bajoran Attache. Good work for her.
Now, there is only the fear that Quark, a rather dishonorable Ferengi on board the station, might gain access to the crystals and make use of them. If he were to do so, it would at least soften the blow if a member of our family should at least collect the percentage that our family would deserve if, in some mirror universe, we had sunk to the level of participating in such a heist. I am sure Quark could be convinced to agree.
Should Quark be convinced to part with some of those crystals, it would be even more unfortunate if some unscrupulous mercenary were to get their hands on them and use them to erase key witnesses in an ongoing investigation. The Federation would consider that quite uncalled for, so of course I would never dream of doing such a thing, especially not to a medical officer.
In other news, I have heard that the new employees I told you about have been taken into custody as part of some sort of trial against me. I am uncertain of their loyalty, and feel that their employment ought to be terminated post haste. I feel that they would find adequate employment in the bustling field of extra-vessel zero-gravity exploration. Perhaps our old friend Mr. Airlock would provide them passage to their new employment.
In case business looks slow with my current employer, it might be advisable to prepare transport to different climates. One never knows when such a thing might be required.
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