To: Joseph DeFrance

[VoluptaBox]

Your highness,

We want some shiny new toys to play with. Possibly, plenty of them.

So we took a look at our books, and seems like you folkes are some of our top contractors.

*rolls the Reavers chip on his knuckles*

We are very much interested in your ships. All of them.

With the mass production of such ships during war time, I am sure you can spare some for us.

After all, efficiency is our game. And we're not a numerous gang.

As always, you scratch our back, and we'll scratch yours.

We are willing to throw 500 millions (or equivalent number of kills) to the war effort. And a vintage suit one of such class will much appreciate.

In addition, we have previously purchased some guns, but logistics are not our forte.

We would like a transport, loaded with 50000 of your finest guns, delivered to Cambridge.

Sector A4, 35 clicks above the plane. We'll take it from there.

If you can keep this deal off the records, the Reavers will be forever grateful.

*puts the chip down, opens a bottle of old scotch and pours 2 glasses*

And you'll find that our gratitude comes with many perks.

In the meantime, I took the liberty of having a pole installed in your office.

Silver will come by later. The scotch is on us.

Looking forward to hearing from you, dear Commissar.


*gulps both glasses and closes the comms*

[Miaou]

[Incoming Transmission]

Communications ID: Prince Joseph DeFrance
Target ID: Conqueliot Reaver
Subject: Request

So, you Reavers think that we should hand over some guns and ships. Of course we have plenty to fight a war with and enough surplus to hand out to starving children on Nevers. That's not important though. I understand you already have the paperwork signed to request guns and that shouldn't be an issue. Ships, on the other hand will be difficult to pull off. Though I cannot allow simple access to our ships I could have some of the surplus rerouted from Nevers to... another location.

Tell me what you are looking for. You are not going to be getting one of our magnificent Valors, I can tell you that. My father would kill me, let alone that crag of a sister I have.

And please, you send me Silver? Do try better.

- Prince Joseph M. DeFrance

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[Silver]

Tsk, tsk.

*Lights up a cigar*

Don't mind Cocky there, he's a young'one that still can't smell his way out of his pants.

*Flashes a predatory grin*

I know what kind of prey you enjoy just by watchin' you, Prince.

Eh. I'll send quite the Molly pearl your way. His name is Aodh.

*Laughs*

Now for business.
We require 20 of your assorted snub line, from Heavy fighter to Bomber.. And a couple of your fine gunboats.

We got the crew to fill them, and Malachite knows his way around your systems, so that won't be a hassle.

By the way, the vintage suits.. Blue and red velvet, right?

Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Miaou]

[Incoming Transmission]

Communications ID: Prince Joseph DeFrance
Target ID: Conqueliot Reaver
Subject: Request

That is possible for the snubs. About the gunboats, that will be a different story. I need to know if this will be "under" the table as you say. I am a Commissare Colonel of the Crown and saying something like that isn't really the best of plans. Tell me your intent of using this stuff and... where it might be used.

And send whatever, I won't have use for them.

And blue suit with purple lining. These house colours really stick to me.

- Prince Joseph M. DeFrance

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[Silver]

Hmmm.

*Exhales the smoke*

Last time people placed obligation tags on tech we were using, that didn't turned out right.

*Raises an eyebrow*

So i think that in the future, those obligational rules.. would create a hassle to both of us.

That's bad.

*Laughs*

So, i'll drop this request from your Highness.

Although i will send those suits as you requested,
for your graciousness in replying us and wasting time with little ol'us.

They will be in Nevers within the week.

Bye bye, darlin'.
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop