We frequent the same places, and word has it you're not a huge fan of Corsairs. Not a huge fan of me as well, by extension. So, naturally, I should get my hands on you and smack your teeth, but let's think outside the box before we start throwing punches.
I am Massimo Insigne of the Black Sails. The group I represent ain't your usual Corsairs. Actually, I'd love to smack quite a few of them, namely The Brotherhood and the Deterrence, but we haven't reached that, just yet.
I bet you figured it out where this is going. Be a dear and entertain this idea, the Black Sails are flexible towards a mutual profitable understanding.
Quite frankly, we're not fans of any of your kind. Hessians, Corsairs, Outcasts, you're all a cut from the same cloth as much as you'd like to vehemently deny that truth. In our former lives, we hunted your kind with impunity and we loathe the fact that we have to coexist with your kind now. However, being that our former masters in the houses have forsaken us and express glee in hunting us down--well, beggars can't be choosers.
Your communication has our Commander interested. Speak your piece and we will see what shakes loose.
I was hoping it to be obvious enough, but looks like you want all the details. Maybe even sign up a contract? With objectives, payouts, clauses, and all that? I'm starting to understand why you were forsaken. And hey, check the irony, you're officially an outcast. Congrats, signor, the rum is on you.
But before that, let me indulge you with the details. We need you to act where we can not. We need you to be a pain in the ass for our Corsair hermanos. Sabotage them, walk over them, do what you must, against them and their mercenaries. Your reward? For starters, the privilege of not becoming an outcast from the living. In the future, we could add some plunder, or a return of services.
We weren't forsaken because we want details. Leaving things ambiguous means the ability for the other party to change the terms of an agreement after the fact.
Regarding your terms: We have no problems killing your fellows. Whatever your issues with them is irrelevant to us. The problem arises where we aren't being paid credits. Perhaps your intelligence on the Legion isn't clear cut--allow me to educate you a bit. Yes, we're pirates and we seek out cargo and plunder to finance our rebellion against our former masters. Yes, we target various groups or individuals based on contracts...but we don't do it for free, regardless of your "reward". If you want us to go after your brothers and sisters in the other clans, or whatever it is you call the other Corsair groups, then we require cold hard credits. Plain and simple. Lives for credits. That's not to say we won't do it for a bargain--I'm sure that many of our number would take great joy in disassembling a Counsel or two.
We're providing a service, irrespective of your belief that we would do it for free just for the sake of loot. We're willing to take this contract, but we require more than promises of continuing to suck down air and/or ripping the equipment or cargo from the cold dead hands of your fellow Corsairs. Sweeten the pot and give my men and women a reason to take this contract. Just because we're forsaken, doesn't mean we've lost all standards. Take your time considering your options, we'll be here.
...and sure, why not. Swing by the Ithaca bar, first round will be on me if you want to get loaded.
All right, all right, my head is blowing from the amount of arguments you tossed down my way. Got it, you're the most righteous bounty hunter, or pirate, in all of Sirius. Let me add it is my honor and privilege to be working alongside you. Jokes aside, what inspired me out of your crap is that you're a rebel yourself. Me gusta.
I propose we do some warm up before going down to the real matter. You see, we ran into an issue we would like to send to oblivion, a freelancer installation named Rock, found in the vicinity of Tangier, Omega 47. Join our fleet in the following carnival so we'll get to know each other better. Afterwards, we can proceed with my fellow cousins. Yes, yes, it shan't be for free, we shall chip in some coins towards your rebellion's coffers. The amount will be equal to the prowess shown against those freelancer curs.