Blythe Blackwell <|> James Hollywood

[UN]- The Unioners]

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-[RECIPIENT: Mister Blackwell of the Belmont Butchers
-[SENDER: Direktor James Hollywood, The Unioners
-[SOURCE: Pacifica Base, Bering

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The man smiled at the camera appearing slightly creepy.

"Evenin' Blackwell.
So you're sayin' that if I don't poke the nest I won't get stung? Huh. So it turns out the news don't reach these parts as fast as one would think. Fair enough I guess.

The only thing I'm concerned with is that the Xenos would distract my escorts. See I have some precious cargo I need to get to the Sigams and since it is of great importance I need it to be safe.

Anyways. Should you promise to keep me posted on info like this in the future; I'll consider your part of my special little request fulfilled.

So about our part. How do you want to do it? It'll take us some time to get all the materials and put together a ship. If you want to speed up that process you can perhaps provide some of the materials yourself if you're in the mood for shipping. If not we'll get the materials ourselves and you can wire the credits to one of our accounts when you have the time to do so.

In the meantime, you can come by Pacifca and take a look at the progress on your ship any time you like. Or you could drop by the bar and we can grab a few Rheinbiers. I'm sure a man like you gets tired of drinking that piss they call Liberty ale."

Hollywood laughed at his own joke.

"So that's about it I guess. If you have any questions or requests feel free to let me know.
Safe skies mate."

The speaker leans towards the camera as the stream ends.

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