[color=#CC0000]Hey you there! Yes you! I see you through the video feed! You got a annoying cousin? A unwanted child or mother in-law? Great. Myself and my people are hungry over here. Do yourself a favor, and bring us some food so we dont have to manually take it from you! It gets so tiresome.. We hear you people like credits yeah? Well.. bring us 2000 units of human organs, and we will give you 10 million Sirius Credits. We have no need for them. I hope you dont mind theres some blood on them from their previous owners. Bring the organs to Rochester and drop them off there. We will have one of our pets pick it up and bring it to our freighter colony. Make sure you have proof of course. I dont care where you get it from.
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location : the Mary Jane , Coronado system
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I hate y'all!
Y'all set me up!
Framing an honest old man how could you!!
DEA right next to the coronado jump hole?
That ain't a coincedense in my book!
And my book is allways right!!
Expect yourself to get your sorry behinds shot if y'all ever set a foot outside of Rochester!
*Uncle Pete takes off his shoe and throws it towards the camera*
*Uncle Pete's shoe hits the camera*
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Hello there.
My name is Otis Burfmouthead.
I'm one of the comm officers serving on the Mary Jane, you've might seen me earlyer.
Uncle Pete is very upset and he ordered to make the same route again , blaming us for what happened.
He actually dragged me to his private quarters and punched my head into his toilet.
After that he locked himself up in there , and clogged the whole sewer-system with old newspapers.
Do you might know a plummer by any chance? The situation is starting to get really messy.
But what i really contact you for is what caused all that.
Now our good uncle can be paranoid from time to time , but it really seems like you have a snitch in your circle.
I have seen our good uncle getting framed before , and this situation had all the classic symptoms.
Please reply to this message , i need to get Uncle out of there with some good news.
We all can't stand seeing him upset.
[color=#CC0000]A snitch? Do you know who we are? Bone Carvers, the raiders of the outer colonies, harvesters of human flesh. You are speaking to one of the very few that is even capable of speaking your Sirian Dialect. I much rather kill a "DEA Agent" then speak with him. I assume you lost the shipment? This upsets me and my raiders. But sabtoaging a shipment of our own food source... well.. that was not done on the Carvers part.
Our system is a most tribal one. We kill for food and thats it. Our interest to serve our god is strong, and our hate for man is stronger. So your accusation is a most humorsome one.
-He laughs-
I am curious, what was this agents name? Perhaps a face to face meeting is in order. To avoid this hassle, and I'm sure we have a man slave around here with some plumbing background.
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Howdy y'all
As witnessed by your high priest - he did seem pretty high to me - all goods have been successfully delivered.
Also I've ordered to open the secure line that you can access here so we don't have to worry about unwanted listeners anymore!
Payments can be send to my Cretan bank account on the name of mister: Smiley.Old.Pete
If you need further paperwork's let me know.
See y'all later and have a nice dinner , break a leg! *uncle Pete tries to wink*
We have received your shipment, and it is heading toward our freighter colonies as we speak. I dont know why you meat sacks enjoy credits so much, they are virtually useless to my people. Anyways, upon your transfer of the goods, I had already taken the liberty of transfering you the money to your ship "The Mary Jane".
I hope that all is in order. As for your friend Jinkens... He did survive, and is slaving away at our comms array as we speak. Unfortunetly, he has lost both legs and one of his arms. But, if he doesn't continue to work, he will lose much more. If our "need" ever arises again, we will give you a call. Oh, and avoid the Tau's.. our raiders dont understand the usefulness of a goods trader.