We need you and yer boys' help in dealin with a base in Galileo. Its been an eyesore and no one is responding to any demands we make and well, we need to get rid of it. Plus, you can call our friends from the Lane Hackers and see what they think. It IS an Ageira base afterall. Get back to me if you see this.
Sir Vey Lance clicked on the incoming message, which was sent in video format. The video began with an unknown man covering the camera with his hand, trying to turn it on. He removed his hand, revealing a man in a civilian flight suit, tailored to local Gallic firms. It seemed the work in Cologne had paid off: this time, the anonymous guy was much neater than before.
But this man was a mystery only to others, while Lance had dealt with him back in early 835 A.S. Back then, they had had fun, good profits, booze, and girls. The typical life of a space pirate. Since the gang had scattered to various corners of Sirius, this man had only occasionally contacted his men. Usually, it was about the prospect of an easy buck, nothing major. Perhaps this message was similar.
"Yo, Lance, how is it going?" He crossed his arms, shivering slightly from the chill of the cabin he was in. He'd woken up about ten minutes ago and hadn't even properly dressed. From the view from behind, it was clear he lived in a cabin on Barrier Gate. After recent events, Coronado had become a lucrative destination. "Long time no see, huh? Listen, well, I'll try to find a couple of guys to work on this, but I can't promise much. The old days are over, you know that. I'm even sure some of the old gang is dead by now. At least you're alive."
With the formation of the "new gang," this guy took a couple of new recruits under his wing, whose fates he hadn't yet fully learned. They didn't fly together very often, and for the most part, he simply offered them lucrative work, through which he could determine whether they were worth hoping for at all. And this message could be a real test for them, because Galileo is gradually becoming a hot spot, where everything will be welcome, including vagabonds like them. And that will allow them to reap many benefits.
"Do you have contact information for the base's owners? Have they responded to you? We could simply tax them for their presence in Galileo. Although... That would definitely anger the Rogues. But I think we could come to an agreement with them to split the profits. I'm not sure that will work out, but we'll see." He pulled a bottle of Liberty Ale from under the table and took a few swigs straight from the bottle. The swill warmed his body slightly, and he began to feel more confident about the temperature in the cabin. "Damn cabin... The heating's broken... Okay, anyway, yeah, I'll be there. See you in Padua, yeah? I'll send word to the people I'm working with now. I think we can make some sense of this. See ya later bro!"
He reached for the camera, holding the bottle in the other, and hit the off button. The recording ended, and Lance was left alone with himself. Or with his crew? It didn't matter. So much time had passed, so much had changed and much water had flowed under the bridge. But the leader of this gang would clearly be glad to see his buddy and hear some interesting stories.
Man, if only the guys back then could see this now. I miss em, every single one of them. But this job needs to go through, hopefully some others on my end join in for the fireworks. I'll pour one out for the guys. And before I end this message so I can prepare, yeah, the owners? no response whatsoever and that is very rude even for us. Join in or not, we will go through this base destruction. Hopefully I can see you guys there *laughs*
