Transmission to all Bounty Hunters

[Dashiell]

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Live Transmisison begins:

*Jack is standing with his back towards the camera watching the news, then looks over his shoulder and starts to talk*

'Hola mi hombres.'

'As most of you will have noticed, there is trouble abrew in the Omegas. Bretonia and Rheinland are at each other's throats. At first it was just diplomatic nonsense. But now...'

*Jack turns off the neural net news he was watching and puts down the remote on his desk*

'Mi dios....'

*he scratches his head and turns around to face the camera*

'A massive fleet engagement between the the Brets and the Strudels has just occured in Omega 3. it seems like all out war. Therefore the following notice to all hunters out there:'

*Jack takes a note handed to him from someone outside the screen*

'gracias senora'

'ok, let's see'

'Bounty Hunters are not to get involved in this conflict in any way. We are outside this conflict and I don't want to pick a side. It's bad for business, si? So decline any offers you might get to fry Templars, Dunkirks, warturtles or Bergies.

Also, do NOT escort traders who wish to try their luck breaking the embargo. Those locos will do anything for a penny but I don't want our hombres being painted with the 'oh mi dios, they are allied to the...' brush. Escort them to the warzone? Si. Escort them through the embargo? No.

Do not act in any way that makes the Guild look biased. I mean, I'd love to see those malditos strudelos get blown up but we have to be proffesional, si?

Any hunter who does not comply to these rules will get into an 'accident'.'

* he crumbles the note and throws the wad over his shoulder. a woman can be heard sighing loudly off screen*

''That is all amigos. now go out there and engage red ships for credits and stay out of this war.'

:: transmission cut ::

:: end of message ::

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