You've got some balls to set up shop in this region. So now I will return the favor by asking you two questions.

Your purpose and the duration of your visit, because I'm not sure you'll be around long enough to gain anything out of laying that piece of dung in front of my perfectly good view towards the sun. You've got time until I get bored of staring at your Station. Go.

We couldn't be defending you forever, Johnathan of Phoenix. You now have a somewhat decent grasp of Omicron Delta, which gave my family the opportunity to move on the offensive for a while.

You're suggesting another deal, but my kin has grown rather tired supporting you. Heads begin to turn when we have to haggle quite a bit for access to goods you only share with your "most trusted clients", not to mention your struggles in keeping the Corsairs off of Freeport 11. Would you believe me if I said that past experience makes me justifiably concerned about the security of your newest Station? I have no guarantee that Sparta Complex will remain Corsair free, which completely defeats the purpose of strangling cretan supply lines one by one.

If you want to keep that hunk of metal standing, you'll have to contribute with more loot than before, as well as high-quality equipment on demand -- no more "only trusted clients" excuses. You will also have some of my brothers and sisters visit regularly to make sure the hallways of your station are clear of undesirables.

I'm not without compromise though. The Deep Omegas are rich with resources our market is currently disinterested in, but yours is. We'll deliver those to you on occasion to help your business in Omega-55.

Are we on the same level about this?

Reasonable enough, Johnathan of Phoenix. We've got a deal.

Rest easy for now. As soon as your foundries become operational, I'll be wanting whatever you can make in terms of firepower. Keep me updated on your progress.

Mister Johnathan of Phoenix, how have you been? The matter for those autocannons has been closed some time ago as far as I remember. Naturally, my boys are waiting for the next set of those this month, but I also have a business offer for you.

An open minded Commander has reached out to me with the intent to acquire a number of exotic weapons -- law regulation prohibits the fabrication of these weapons within House Space, so his next best solution was the grey market. Finer details are irrelevant as long as the goods keep flowing. He's trading in millions worth of Jewelry --acquired through his own nonspecific ways.

Now herein lies my offer. You will find a manufacturing order attached to this message. This is a good opportunity to make plenty of money for yourself with no strings attached. You won't regret it.

Wonderful. I've informed the client that his order is done. Someone from my family will visit your installation to retrieve the weapons.

Your credits should come through within the next few hours -- trickled in as the cargo is being sold on the market. And, well, what do you know? In that time I've found someone who'd love to get their hands on a kit of Supersonics.