The Gaian Underloch

[Dino]

::_Incoming transmission_::


::_Sender's Identification_::
Michael Jones

::_Location_::
Skye base, Newcastle

::_Subject_::
To: That dude.

Michael appeared on video on his couch, having a cigarette in one hand and PDA in other, reading Arthur's transmission. He looks at camera, starts laughing and says:

Nice story and all, but where the heck do you live? Our days of saving Gaia are gone. Now we have our asses to save. I wont tell you much, but let's just say that we have 7,000 people to feed, abd no supplier nor food sources.

He sits up, and moves away from camera. After few seconds, he comes back with a book, sits down and starts reading it.

Everything is here, look. So basically, your job would be to pirate traders, bring us back supplies and protect us from ongoing invasion. It's not easy living behind enemy lines. This is serious, kid... You still want in, or you'l rather jerk around Bretonia?

He smiles, takes remote and turns off camera.

::_Transmission over_::