An offer of Employment

[Otxoa]

-=Incoming Transmission=-

-=Comm ID: ERR-Encryption LV Alpha=-

-=RE: An offer=-

*a shadowed profile appears on screen. You cannot make out the face*

Greetings, mercenaries and freelancers of Sirius!

Allow me to introduce myself. You will know me as the Employer, from this point. I'll keep this quite simple; We need you for a bit of a mission, you know. No, rather...an endeavor.

So, as a result, we present you with the following contract, of sorts.

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Dear sir or madame,

The following is a descritpion of the requested service/employment.

DIRECTIVE: Harass and/or destroy all Black Sails designated ships.

DURATION: Termination of contract subject to employers decision.

PAYMENT: 10 million Sirius Credits per week of employment.

NOTES: -Succesfully destroying a ship piloted by Grimly, the Black Sails' known leader, will alocate you an extra 10 million in bonuses.

-No information shall be provided as to why these operations are being carried out. Please note that they are necessary in order for us to reach our goals. We shall remain anonymous for the duration of your employment. Any questions regarding this subject will be met with a termination of your contract and possible reprocussions.

-Proof of succesful harassment and/or termination of Black Sails ships is required in order to receive payment. Such proof can be sent to the source address embedded in this message in the form of a personal message

Signature: _____________x


<Doc7-a loaded>



I await your answer, gentleman and ladies.

-=END TRANSMISSION=-

[Otxoa]

-=Incoming Transmission=-

-=Comm ID: ERR-Encryption LV Alpha=-

-=RE: An Update=-

Please acknowledge that we are increasing weekly payment to 15 million credits.

Also...

<Signal strength increased by 40%>

That will be all.

-=END TRANSMISSION=-

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[Not Espi]

Espi crawls out of his quarters with a blank stare on his face and heads for the showers. In 15 minutes, the sweet scent of rum from his quarters fills his nostrils as he puts on his uniform. He browses his neural net for some juicy messages and finds this one.

Hm... Good luck with that, Senor Anonymous. Like we don't have enough bounties on us already. ,he mumbles to himself and heads to the kitchen to issue his men their orders for today