Subject: Permission to use Garanchou with Corsair Turrets
"Hola, señors and señoritas of the GMG." The woman in the foreground bows politely at the camera, but as her clothes were very showy she couldn't help but show a little bit of cleavage in the process. She speaks with a slight Corsair-accent as she continued, "My name is Jaden Armand, and as you may note from my way of speaking that yes, I was born in Crete, and that makes me a Corsair by blood.
"But please don't let this mere fact discourage you from listening to reason. Sure, I still love the Empirio and may try to serve her in my own little way, I also try to do so with tact and consideration for all sides, si?" She grins a bit, "... Yet it's also an interesting note that because of how I work, ironically I'm unable to live in the very country that I still love and serve for fear of my own livelihood. Strange, no?"
She clears her throat a bit before continuing, "But I don't suppose you want to listen to me ramble on about my life, so let's talk about the reason behind this message. While traveling around, I happened to chance upon meeting one of your trade wings. They were a nice-enough bunch... and one of them even had his way with words. Tataki was his name, si? 'I invite you into my ship, so we may strip ourselves of our problemas away in the silence of the nebula-blues,' mmmmm..." She bites her lower lip, her eyes gazing lustfully at a far-off distance.
But the woman quickly catches herself, "... Oh, ahem, but the one thing that really caught my tasteful eye was the trader's ship in the very center: it was one of the sleekest, of the most beautiful, and of the sexiest freighters that I've ever had laid my classy eyes on. I asked the trader what form of artistic perfection he had been given the good fortune to fly, and he was happy enough to tell me it was a Garanchou. I frowned a bit, for I felt the name didn't do such a perfect work of art justice. Or perhaps you may tell me what the name 'Garanchou' really means in Libertonian. I myself would've called it the Perlas Serpiente." She rubs her arms together with her hands as she slowly shivered ecstatically in saying the name.
"So, let's cut to the chase: I'd like your people's loving permission on letting me fly one of these abstract angels of the universe, in addition to letting me mount some Corsair turrets on it?
"And si, I know what you're thinking, 'Why Corsair turrets, amiga? Surely civilian-weaponry, or even our own armaments, are better and much more compatible technology-wise than the dreaded weapons of the people we hate!' Well in this case it's more for nostalgia on my part. This ship is the representation of the virtue of beauty, and Empirio-weapons designate the virtue of power. Is not beauty, when coupled with power, the greatest form of balance and perfection?
"But ah, perhaps you're thinking of how I'll practically be using this ship, and how I would repay for such good-fortune as to own it, si?" She folds her arms as she went on, "To be honest, I don't know what would equate to having such a priviledge. Maybe we can work something out? I own a light fighter and a bomber, am more skilled with the former, and am a seasoned scout. Should you require of my services, like say, investigating something that's diplomatically-tricky for you compadre's to complete by yourselves, or defending a base from imminent destruction, I will be happy to oblige... Unless if the invasion force happens to be of the Corsario themselves, then the most I can do is to give a heads-up of such an oncoming attack, si?
"And should the ship come under my possession, you may contact me almost anytime for any necessary small-hauls and smuggling operations, legal or otherwise, that you wish me to take on. Sometimes I'll use it to bring food, supplies and the like to Corsair bases, but at least I'll return with lovely and intact artifacts for your researchers and avid collectors alike to keep and use. See? My people get their food, you señors and señoritas can have as many trinkets as I can haul back. Everyone profits!"
The woman places a finger and thumb to gently stroke her chin, her eyes looking 'innocently' at the camera, her tone of voice becoming gentle and pleading, "I hope you shall consider this simple woman's wish. I only desire favorable intentions for it, that I may fly across the universe in a style of luxury that only Spa and Cruise can compete against. And I can accept no lesser freighter than the ship you have graced mankind's longing imaginations with, the Garanchou."
Then she places a finger to the recorder's side, her eyes almost gazing straight to the camera with a piercing, luscious stare, "... Oh, and Tataki? Should the Blood-God ever grace fortune to allow us meet face-to-face, I hope you'll be prepared for the consequences of your actions by then. For my hunger is deep, my cravings... ravishing. There shall be noretreat... nosurrender." She licks her lip slowly as the camera quickly fades out.
Your message has been received by the GMG Executive Offices on Niigata Station, and is scheduled to be reviewed during the next board meeting. Subsequently, one of the Guild Masters will provide an official response in this channel.
You are not the only one to be stabbed in the back by the Corsairs, Jaden-chan. We in the Guild have also felt the sting of deceit by your kinsmen, when they cut us out of the profitable artifact trade and started to pirate and kill our citizens. But enough of history lessons and on to business, hai!
The T-282-F is one of our finest designs and it is little surprising how shuttle and freighter captains alike desire it. What is surprising however, is that one of our enemies would come and beg us for one of these ships. You claim that that you've been cast out of the Empirio, and now you allegedly serve yourself instead. I can find this a little hard to believe. But, I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. You may fly a Garanchou with whatever weapons you so desire, though I strongly believe that you'll have a hard time tuning those Corsair weapons with the ship's power plant. The ship is not well known for it's compatibility with crude weapon designs. Before you may do that however, I do have one condition...
You mentioned that you smuggle artifacts and other 'trinkets'. As it happens to be the case, I am in the business of acquiring a certain piece of xeno-technology, a Derelict Nomad Artifact. My other contact failed to procure one for me, much to my disappointment. For you however, this works out rather well. It gives you the opportunity to prove yourself to us.
Deliver this artifact to us and there will be a Garanchou with your name on it.
Sounds of running water can be heard in the background, the woman was evidently-naked, but the only parts of her that were visible were to the limit of her shoulders, and occasionally her arms and hands, "Hola, Señor Katsuo. Pardon for my evident lack of etiquette for modesty, but I've got two things bothering me that can't wait: uno is I feel this message needs to be done quick before any dangerous questions be asked within my vicinity, and dos I'm feeling very dirty from trying to perform your condition... Seriously, I've had to go through remote areas in Sirius that have been filled with radiation, and where I not Corsario who are time-and-tested to survive such radiation, I would not be standing here before you. So I'll just proceed with cleansing myself of this filth while I make this message, si? Don't worry, you won't be seeing the good parts of me at all... unfortunately." She winks at the camera with one eye.
Then she moves a few paces back, the camera also following to keep up (from fully showing her) as she enters the shower, "Now, for this urgent message. I have what you seek, Señor Katsuo. Si, your precious Derelict Nomad Artifact, and I've got to say it was a little harder to aquire than I expected, but easier than what I feared the most." She pauses as she began rubbing soap on herself, "The details on how I got it you don't really need to know, and I don't think you're interested on the information anyway. What's important is, as you've asked me to prove myself, I have... Yours Truly does not disappoint, as Yours Truly can assure you, señor."
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After a small static-burst on the message was experienced, the woman comes into view as usual, "Ahem. Anyway, now that I have what you seek, I hope we can arrange for a sort of... transaction, no? But obviously, our time-zones may be different, so it's best that we, or a representative of yours, can talk about this through direct Neural Net Chat (skype) so that we may plan for a good... date, hmmm? The link will be provided at the end of this message, as well as a small teasing-shot for proof that I do have your beloved trinket."
She finishes off her bath and takes out a towel to dry herself off, "With all the necessary things in place on my side, I do hope you'll fulfill your end of the bargain, Señor Katsuo." She giggles a bit at the remark, "... Well, not to imply that you wouldn't, but I've had some infidels that have done so. Just being practical here, si?
"... I'll be waiting for your reply... and for my brand-new, mint-condition Garanchou, señor." She then drapes the towel over the camera as it fades out.
My name is Naomi, and I speak on the behalf of our esteemed Katsuo-sama. Regrettably, he is unable to attend to this matter himself at the moment, but he would no doubt wish you a speedy recovery from any possible radiation sickness. I've heard that a good, hard scrubbing helps, and evidently so did you. As it is, Katsuo-sama honoured me to schedule his meeting with you.
I'll contact you next on the neural net so that we can arrange this meeting together.