It made her curious.
She opened the message--a text-only missive.
Imperial Princess.
You do not know me, but I need your help.
She almost stopped right there, for she'd received countless letters over the years that started in the very same way.
A part of her wondered about what the latest request for her help could be about.What charity needed her endorsement now?There was a reason it was in the trash section, of course.It had to be a fake letter.Maybe it was the late hour or her bad dream, but she decided she'd indulge herself and see what it was all about.
What could it hurt?She decided to check the file's location and origination data.
The data revealed no sender, but it did show a general location.
She stared at it.
Rubbed her eyes.
Because if she saw that, it said it was from Rhimodians.
The cyborgs that they were at war with.
"Oh, this must be fake," she whispered, but she continued to read it.
I am a soldier for the Rhimodians.I am contacting you because I have been informed that you are most likely to help.
I believe your people have some Rhimodian soldiers held as prisoners.
I want to return them to their people.
Please contact me so that arrangements can be made.
Bahran.
Caoimhe blinked."How strange," she whispered."Talk about a crazy way to bring me into a scam."
And she knew it was a scam.
Why in the world would the Terran Empire have Rhimodian prisoners?They were at war, yes, but the Terran Empire did not take prisoners.For quite a few reasons, but primarily because the Terran military was rather ruthless.Their "take no prisoners" attitude was well documented in the Terran Empire's history.
So why would a Rhimodian think they had prisoners?
The following day,after Caoimhe woke, she still felt that nibble from that missive she'd found from that alleged Rhimodian.
No matter what she told herself, it stuck with her.That something about it rang true, though she could not imagine what it was.She'd looked at it twice this morning and saw nothing that spoke to her any differently than someone attempting to get her attention.It was the same, yet it felt different.
Why she didn't know.
Surely it wasn't real, and he wasn't a real soldier that had contacted her.There were so many who wrote scams.She was just another victim.It was probably just a fluke that she saw it since she probably got those kinds of communications all the time, just that her people dealt with them.
Yet, there was something about it that gave her pause.
She headed down to the dining room for her breakfast.Eleanor was already there, and she smiled at Caoimhe.
"Did you sleep?"Eleanor asked.
She shrugged."A few hours.You?"
