As your starship glides gently through the vast space, your comm screen lights up and starts transmitting a video feed from the lonely probe drifting nearby.
A middle aged man grins at you from the screen, waving a hand in greetings.
Hola friend!
My name is Carlos Alberto Del Castillo Cabeza De Vaca of the starship Aki-Zeta_5 but you can call me Carlos. My amigo and I are looking to start a little transporting business of our own and we all we need now is an escort ship as we've scraped enough dinero for a transport. Can you find it in your corazón to spot us a mere 25 million credits to equip a fighter ship and start transporting? That would be much obliged AND we'd pay you back with interest of course. Oh and by the way, this is an automated message transmitting from a nearby probe, one of many positioned in all the major hubs so don't bother replying to it friend! Reach me through the comms of my ship Aki-Zeta_5 if you are interested in the deal.
Gracias, adiós amigo!
The video feed ends as abruptly as it started, a motionless picture of Carlos pointing at you with a wink lingering on the screen for a few seconds before it's engulfed by darkness.
