David stumbled back to his quarters exhausted but jubilant, lady luck had bestowed the Xenos with an overwhelming victory, following days of botched skirmishes and lost traders they'd found themselves in what seemed a final hopeless situation, only to emerge utterly triumphant. If he jumped he wouldn't be surprised if the resounding cheers flooding Ouray wouldn't simply carry him through the air. Reaching his quarters he spotted a pair of the familiar brown envelopes sitting in the 'tube waiting to be looked over. Pouring himself a hasty shot o' victory whiskey he tore the first envelope open.
Wha... Cabbage? Is this a joke? This must be a joke. We've ignant fools aplenty in the Xenos, but I'll be darned if I'm putting one of my ships into the hands of one.
*scrawls: 'send this one back and tell him to try again, we like our jokes, but we aint a joke.'*
Now lesse... Ain't none of my business who you are then eh? If yer going to be flying in my wing, you better bet I'm gonna want to know who you are and where you're coming from.
*scrawls: Tell the Sassy Bandit to throw down a little background info, we can't turn away pilots with a bit of fire in their eye and a steady aim, but that doesn't mean we're gonna be reeling in potential spies hand over fist*
