An Offer One Can't Refuse

[Gullveig]

Scratching his chin, and looking at the man who was talking to the bartender, he wondered why or how would someone want to buy a ship off him while he haven't even mentioned selling it, but then remembered the Sails pilot he talked to a day ago and realized what it was all about right away.

- "Let me guess... Ze same Sails vho ich talked to ze ozer day told you zat ich don't need mein Claymore anymore. Vell, interesting!"

But then suddenly realized something that he hadn't noticed. A member of Corsairs council have come to him personally to ask for a ship. Maybe he had to act more polite. So he cleared his throat and continued with a more serious tone.

- "Vell, mein herr... Ich certainly don't need zat ship, as it ist not 'mein type', although a very gut ship. So... as you said yourself, a deal ist a deal, ja?"

And weighting his words for a moment, he continued...

- "To be honest vith you, ich never been a big fan ov Gunships, or anything zat large! Ich just got ze ship as a 'trophy' fur vorking vith Gaians. But kame to realize ich had better asked fur zeir Angels instead! Anyvays... Let's say, ve trade a 'trophy', -fur- a 'trophy'!"

and adding the last few words with a fade smirk on his face that he tried to suppress, he watched the expression on man's face as he said the words.

- "Vhat vould you say if ich ask fur a... small kollection ov your 'Top-notch' fighter technology in return?"

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Successful experiment is successful.