Message to all traders!

[Stefan]

The grayed pale transmission receiver starts to blink a redish light, colouring the control panel with a diferent tone. The tall, dark skinned male turns to check the strengh of the signal.

"X... T... F..." he mumbles to himself "Right. Open the file."

He crosses his arms, and watches carefully as the white letters start to apear over the cabin, contrasting with the black, deep background.

"Protection money. Alright, why did I hope for this brickheads think different this time. Pfeh..."

Keeping the military pose, he shudders a smile by the pirate's math.

"Command. Speculate the dimension of this signal and broadcast targets. Send an anonymous request to not comply with such unfundable terms. I'm sure this kind of money is better suited for the bounty hunters."

"As for the origin of this signal. Answer with the following words: XTF. You are way of the chart. I have flown so far through many domains in Sirius and never met a police officer or a pirate I couldn't bribe. What you are asking is way past your league, and unless you want to get trouble real soon, stop drawing so much heat. It's this kind of attitude that doubles and triples police patrols."

"Right now I have on my scanners... About three... Four smugglers trying to find a way to disrupt this signal before it reaches the Navy ears. If it does, you'll not have provoked only the traders, but the smugglers, pirates and the Army alike. Well... You get my point."

"Try to have a nice day."

As the signal closes, Sebastian initiates cloning the media.

"I know someone who'll like to hear about this."