"Icepick...Icepick, is this thing on?....Icepick you gutless bugger..right"
Senors,
I will make myself clear, I have no wish to join you, ain't got none of the hot Hispan blood, but one of my lads been 'earing that this is the way to reach you. Name's Wesco, of Wesco's Raiders, a little outfit working out of Liberty Space, curse their eyes. As you might imagine, half inching goods from under the Yank's noses ain't easy, but it's made us tough, and damn lean.
Now, I've respect for you Corsair lot, my boys don't chase you, or any tagged Corsair, we use your stations when possible to sell stuff, at reasonable prices. The Outcasts ain't been so damn accommodating, We've lost smuggler boats to um, and they seem to dislike us, can't imagine why. So we're reckoning we should extend the olive branch to you lot, no doubt you can think of some use for friends in Libby sectors, not that this is charity, but friends 'elp friends. Anyway on your word, I'll send a lad over with some Gallia wine as a little present and we can have a parley, if ya drink the frog muck.
