Calan - The Immortality Paradox

Universal Correspondence - Petronella Jones

Date: 398, OA19,654

Dear Lyndon Summers,

It is my wonderful privilege to congratulate you for successfully grabbing my attention. It takes guts and a whole planet's worth of Comwealth to get me curious and yet you've done it by tempting me with the best financial opportunity I've seen my entire life. I hope King Swindlehurst understands your true worth because honey; I'm close to hiring you personally. Forget Royal Counsellor, I'd make you the richest advisor in human history. There's a palace in Washington waiting for a fella like you.

Politically, this is only the start. Leonians and Aquarians are small potatoes in comparison to the true allies you'll want. The Archangel Platoon are useful, but they're nonconformists at heart. Don't rely on them making any long-term allegiances; the smell of blood turns them into fucking demons and they'll paint every planet from Kingdom to the Seven Suns in their favourite red. Convince your King to be swift. He's a child after all, impatience should be his forté.

Once everyone knows their place, I'll meet you in the new Calan space station. We'll see what the trees have been cooking and we'll see which Chapters would like a piece of our delicious cake.

Yours sincerely,

Petronella Jones,

CEO of Arkanstar

P.S. The Princess and I have been enjoying the Void Stallion. From the Ivory House to Lincoln Canyon in an hour; I feel fucking Elysian.