To leader the Sails

[Dashiell]

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yo.

I don't know who the leader of you lot is so I'll hurl this message in general Corsair direction.

I need something cleared up. just now I was flying in Omega 41 on my way to Tripoli with a full load of cargo. one of your men came into scanner range and asked me to stop. so I did, seeing as I have been a supplier of the corsairs for some time and I have good relations with them.

he scanned my cargo and we talked some. then came the hoot. he demanded a 2.5 milion tax. later he told me he should have taxed me 4.3 million credits, due to some code.

now, I don't know who the moronic, dumb, failing halfwit is who came up with that 'code'. but let me give you a crash course in economics.

if I bring YOU supplies. YOU pay ME. not the other way around, ya spleen munchers.

I left said corsair in the care of some bounty hunters and dropped of my cargo at a zoner base instead. at least they don't want to get paid to receive supplies.

I don't risk my neck getting shot at by Hessians, waving through Bounty Hunters only to be ripped of by my clients.

sort your lads out, or you just lost another supplier.

Dodgeball

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