To: Corsairs of Omicron Gamma

[Vorandril]

The transmission shows Vorandril sitting on the bridge of his confference class gunboat with his fedora, slacks, and red button down shirt. He also wore a rather amiable smile.

"Hello there! I'm contacting you on behalf of a ship that works for me. The GW4-Eradicahn has been making somewhat regular trade runs to Crete to bring food and medical supplies to the planet. I'm uploading some datalinks for you to browse in that regard. Sorry for the poor quality of the logs. The Eradicahn's systems need worked on rather badly." ((I don't know why the screenshots keep getting cut off. These really are all separate trips.))

The links pop up as he presses a few buttons on the console.

[1] http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y87/Raz...reen12.jpg
[2] http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y87/Raz...reen17.jpg
[3] http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y87/Raz...reen19.jpg

"I was curious if the Eradicahn would be granted permission to dock at crete and have safe passage from Corsair vessels while passing through your system? And on this note, I'd like this request to be applicable to the other members of Pheonix as well. Our ships are tagged with this symbol-"

Again, a few short buttons presses later reveal the tag.
(\^/)


"If giving this privelage to the whole of our group is too much, then I understand. I only ask this so that relations between Zoners and the Corsair people might improve even further. We're neighbors after all, and I'd like things to be less 'tense' between members of both organizations."

Vorandril takes off his hat and puts it against his chest with a rather wide smile, "Please reply at your earliest convenience. I look forward to hearing from you."

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