>>; Unioners of Bering

[The Remnant]

Belmont Butchers Transmission

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Recipient(s): -Whoever the HEL picks up-
Sender: <|> Blythe Blackwell <|>
Location: <|> Dark Matter Interference <|>
Subject: <|> Warship Acquisition <|>

SUP.

I don't know if anyone's still alive down there, but I got a need, and YOU got a fix. I hope.

Y'see, green gobs, I need a Hel, don't really care how it gets done, but I want one. Me and my boys up here in Galileo are crazy levels of busy, so don't go asking me to set aside logistical capabilities for this, if you gotta give me an old ass piece of SHIT, that's fine. I'm sure you got a couple layin' around that disgusting rock anyway.

I'd rather not contact the Hessians over this cause they're even further away than you are. Which means you got some negotiating power cause I really can't be ASSED to get a ship moved that far, basically impossible.

Oh and before you ask, cause I've had to answer this like SIX TIMES NOW, the old man's dead, so don't worry about that.

So let me know what you want for it.

See ya.

~ BB ~

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[Deity]

UNIONERS SECURE TRANSMISSION

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To: Blackwell
From: Erich "Schrot" Reinhardt,
Location: Pacifica Base, Bering
Subject: Hel Procurement

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Heh. Thought I smelled desperation.

So, you need a *Hel*. We *might* have one. Question is—what’s it worth to ya? See, we ain't in the business of charity, and scraping together a hull that ain't been picked clean takes time. Time we could be spending on, well, more profitable ventures.

Now, you not wanting to deal with the Hessians? That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Means you ain’t got a lot of options, and I like that. We’ll make it easy for you—name your price, and if it don’t insult us, we’ll talk. If it *does*, well... I hear Liberty's scrapyards got some real fine deals on rust.

So, what’s it gonna be?

Erich "Schrot" Reinhardt
Union, Pacifica base

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DAS LICHT DER REVOLUTION LEBT EWIG

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THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's outlawed trade unions, determined to take the underworld for themselves.)

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[The Remnant]

Belmont Butchers Transmission

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Recipient(s): -Whoever the HEL picks up-
Sender: <|> Blythe Blackwell <|>
Location: <|> Dark Matter Interference <|>
Subject: <|> Illiterate MORON <|>

Alright Schrotum.

It doesn't look like you've spent as much time locked up with nothing better to do but read as I have.

So let me break Sirian Common down for you real brickheaded like since you seem to be related to the Junker RATS. I "need" a Hel, for the purposes of prototyping, that's why it being a piece of SHIT doesn't matter. I don't "need" a warship. I have TWO of those already. What I said was. "I can't be ASSED", which implies inconvenience, not lack of OPTIONS. The Hel is basically fucking civilian technology, everyone in the sector has one. You aren't the only grease guzzlers that can get me one.

You also aren't "making it easy for me" when I told you to name your price, and you turn around and parrot those words back to me like a Sugarland fucking SHOEMAKER who's HIGH off the GLUE.

If you got the influence necessary to get me a Hel, I suggest you use it to go back to compulsory and prove you're not just some GENETIC PUDDLE that got WANKED OFF in the back of a fucking ALLEY instead of PISSING ME OFF.

So if you want my MONEY, then I will REPEAT MYSELF.

TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT FOR IT.

~ BB ~

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[Deity]

UNIONERS SECURE TRANSMISSION

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To: Blackwell
From: Erich "Schrot" Reinhardt
Location: Pacifica Base, Bering
Subject: Hel Procurement

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Hah.

All that huffin’ and puffin’ just to tell me you got options? Sure sounds like a man trying real hard to convince himself. But alright, since you're so *desperate* to hand over credits, let’s talk business.

You want a Hel. You don’t care about the condition. Fine. Here’s what it costs.

10 million credits. You wire that, and I make sure a Hel gets scraped off a dock and sent your way, no questions asked. You want it with a little less rust and a little more *functionality*? 20 million. And if you want it in less time than it takes a Rheinland bureaucrat to sign a death certificate, that’s another 5 on top.

Now, you can sit there and scream like a Unioner stole your lunch, or you can pay the toll and get what you asked for. Either way, I don’t much care. Clock’s ticking. You in or out?

Erich "Schrot" Reinhardt

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DAS LICHT DER REVOLUTION LEBT EWIG

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THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
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[UN]- The Unioners]

>> INCOMING TRANSMISSION

-[RECIPIENT: Mister Blackwell of the Belmont Butchers
-[SENDER: Direktor James Hollywood, The Unioners
-[SOURCE: Pacifica Base, Bering

----- <RE:Warship Acquisition> -----

[ LOG ]

[ IMG ]

A bearded man appeared on the screen. A slight grin decorates his face.

"Good evening Mister Blackwell.
I admit it has been a while since I heard from a Rogue. Especially a rogue that first asks for something and shoots afterward. Usually, it's the other way around. However, we don't just hand out Hels... That bein' said. I worked with Rose years ago, so you are on the good side when it comes to privileges.

So takin' everything into consideration I came up with an offer for ya'. You can choose. Either you can pay us the standard 2.6 Million credits for whatever outdated Hel we have left in the docking bay OR you can do me a few favors and those same 2.6 million credits will get you a brand new, state-of-the-art, Rheinland cruiser. And I just might throw in a few customizations as well, if you want 'em. That is of course, if you choose the second option.

Either way. If you choose the latter option, we should probably establish a more secure communication channel. I don't want any fuckin' lackeys digging through my mail.
Aight' so safe skies to ya'. - WAIT! One more thing. My condolences for the ol' man."

The speaker leans towards the camera as the stream ends.

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