To: Archangels Fighter Club || Subj: "You guys are pretty ****ing alright"

Good day,

I represent Williams-MordhauserCONVAIRNO Distributing (WMD) and its Board of DirectorsDAMNIT I SAID STOP, a border worlds shipping company founded under Maltese Corporate Law chiefly concer---CONVAIR GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THAT CONSOLE

Right. Sorry 'bout that. Fukken eh, Convair's a good girl but I swear she hates fun or something. Anyway, howdy. My name's Howard Williams, of Williams-Mordhauser Distributing. I run this sh*t. Now, I think I speak for all of us here at WMD [about a half-dozen loud cheers are issued] when I say "Holy ****, a space-biker gang, that's pretty ****in' cool".

We're a bunch of smugglers in suits - don't let Convair's typin' fool ya, we ****ing love fun. Guns, fast spaceships, tig ol' bitties, makin' drinking games outta official comms, it's all guud. Oh, and don't let the Maltese bit fool ya either, we're not Outcasts, never will be if we can help it. We make that 'Maltese Corporate Law' sh*t up on the fly so we can laugh at people when it scares 'em. Don't tell people that by the way, ruins the fun.

Y'ever wanna buy some guns, hit us up. You ever need some illegal **** moved, hit us up - navies ain't stopped us yet and they ain't about to start. If we need some flyin' buddies, can we hit you up? Makin' late-night twelve-jump runs is ****in' boring like nothing else, and I gotta feeling we're gonna start needing some scouts and escorts sooner rather than later.

Cheers mate,

-Howard T. Williams, CEO, Williams-Mordhauser Distributing

Hey, any of you still up?

Huh, even Mordhauser's passed out. I didn't even know that bastard could get drunk.

Hijo de puta. did Williams throw another drinking party without me?

What the fu- What were you doing with the vid-screen? NeuralNet Search? I swear, if this is another attempt to find some sex tape of me I'll- 'Space bikers'? Who the- 'Archangels Fighter Club'? Who the hell are-

Wait, is thing still transmitting, madre de-

"Look, first things first.
I dont know what you think from which skatepark on New York we are comming from but we are not 16 years old schoolboys who smoke under a bridge
to be not caught by the police and we do not wear cap's or gold rings while listening to hip hop, because thats how you appearently see us.

We are a club of racers, mercenaries, freelancer's, bounty hunters and traders who all come together because they share one thing, fellowship.
And our members work hard and and keep everything flowing. Thanks to them, we stand where we are today.
So show a bit respect when you address us.

Second, neither have we interest nor do we like your cheap orange magic dust from Malta.
But if you really still want to make some sort of deal, you better do it when you get sober and actually mean business. Alright? Alright.
Now, have fun with your party because that's what they are for, not business."

>End of the Transmission<