To: Kelly Lanz
I hope this reaches you through whatever comm filters the Nexus has going…
We haven’t really spoken since the uprising. Can’t say I blame you for not joining us in exile. Hell, I hear you’re APEX now. That’s crazy.
When Sloane’s faithful dug into Kadara, I joined up with a bunch of ambitious types who wanted to go digging for tech instead. “Scavs,” most people call us. “Outlaws” in the obituary, please.
There’s power out there, Kel. Weird Remnant tech we can’t crack. Mostly we sell it by weight or just make up stories about what it does. There’s a sucker in every galaxy.
A few people are starting to get more creative. Really taking the stuff apart. Tinkering. They solder pieces together to make garbage. One guy tried to use the heat from the lasers to build a toaster. He’s dead now.
But that’s not why I’ve risked reaching out to you. Thing is, the more we salvage, the more the kett seem to come knocking.
The other day, we found an especially shiny haul in a cave that went on forever. Wasn’t too far in before we had to put down nine, maybe ten bots. They took a couple of us with them to robot heaven. But we dragged a fortune of tech out of there. And I’m pretty sure that was just the lobby.
Ever since then, the kett have put the pressure on us hard.
I’m starting to think we shouldn’t be messing with this stuff. Like, maybe we’ve found something important. I told the others we should stop. Keep to what we know. They won’t listen… and I’m not gonna stick around to find out what the kett want with this tech… or with us.
My gang’s last known coordinates are attached. The Remnant stuff they’re sitting on needs to be in Initiative hands, not ours. By the time your team touches down, I’ll be long gone. Kadara. I’m not proud.
A warning, though: when my gang sees APEX, they’re gonna put up a heck of a fight.
Tell ‘em I say hi.