"First. You don't know me. Should you know me, forget that you do."
The video feed flickered to life, showing a very up-close of a young woman scribbling away in some sot of notebook, holding it up to someone off-screen. A strange.. hand.. recieving the book. Tiny footsteps scurrying off in the metallic background like soft little click-clacks.
"It doesn't matter who -you- are, either, until you take this offer.
I used to fly under the radar, in a sense. Scouting. Alas, as good as I was, those days are not these days. I have a.. pupil, shall we say. In need of some education.
They're a little weird, to be frank, knows nothing about the universe at large, I have discovered, outside of hi... her? The ship flown.. My little friend has managed to grasp language excellently so far, but we've hit a wall. My job is done, and I've provided a base navmap for getting about, enough tips and tools to get around on their own. ..But now comes the part -I- Cannot fulfill."
She sighs heavily, looking deeply at the camera, as if hoping to study whoever is watching.
"The price is negotiable. But the starting offer is two mill for a short tour of wherever and some common knowledge. And I don't care if you numbskull lawenforcers know about this and don't like having illegal experiments flying about. My.. friend, deserves an existance, too. I'm just helping them survive.
We look forward to hearing from you.
Rillean out."
"We also wish to inform that the price range will, of course, increase with expected danger of target systems for the offer -you-, the pilots, bring us."
"Indeed. But more than that, bring 'em along. Do what you normally do.And try not to harm the little one."
"It'll be your head if you do. Look at it as a form of.. well. A foot inside a circle. It's easier to define one's limits if one has experiences, after all. A little brutality doesn't hurt a child... I think? I wouldn't know, I'm no mother of children.."
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[font=Palatino Linotype]My name is Commander Hans Reinhardt of the Star Carrier Cygnus.
You would be careful to whom this transmission is received by.
In my days long since gone, a young impressionable mind is the target for the chants and cry's of fools across the history of the universe.
I am not a teacher, but I have discovered that those willing to teach, also have something to learn.
I will transmit the corrodorinates of this ship to you and see if this one you wish to learn can also teach us something in return.
Do not be daunted by the Cygnus when you see it. One thing that will be discovered is that power is not so much the final solution as it is the force behind the solution.
We also will return to the point of origin once this learning experience is near complete and we will communicate this to you upon our final approach.
Sometimes, when all you want is to gain your freedom, you must be willing to risk it all.