A young scarecrow of a man with piercing green eyes, spiked black hair with dyed blue tips protruding from various spots on his otherwise bald head, wearing a pair of black cargo pants, black boots, and a white 'wifebeater' top, appeared on the video screen, grinning wide, obviously excited at having established the comm link.
"So...I heard 'bout you guys 'n' gals from an ole buddy of mine, a miner, lost his job recently...like myself, heard you folks might be able to...change that, not just for me, but for other folks 'bout Liberty in similar spots, those foreigners...none of 'em care 'bout what happens to good, hardworking, Libertonians when their corporations roll through, ts'disgusting an' if'n I can help push em back and send em home then I'd be more'n happy to do so!...I used to fly as an escort pilot for a Mining company...so ah already know my way 'bout the control panel of a bomber...Oh, an' the name's Tegis, Tegis Vega!"
Suddenly losing a bit of his enthusiasm, Tegis looked around slightly and then faced the monitor again.
"S'pose I'll just keep this here link up, 'til I hear back from one of ya or another one of those cops walks over here and bothers me about my damn hair..."