Klara turns on the transceiver and sees the recent message.
-I have to read it, it might be something important.
She puts out the cigarette and starts reading the message.
-What a mess...
After reading the message she understands, that she should answer.
ID: Klara Fabento
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Subject: Really?
Bonjour,
Are you talking about my business? Right. Claude Bertrand told me to look out for people smuggling Human Organs from Ecommoy Base.
I don't like it when some people I don't know get our stuff and don't even let us know.
I don't care about Sirius. I just want my money. So you can get Human Organs from Luxury Liner Antibes or pay me about 5.000.000 gallic fancs every week .
What do you think?
Klara turns on the transceiver and sees the recent message.
-I have to read it, it might be something important.
She puts out the cigarette and starts reading the message.
-Something interesting.
After reading the message she understands, that she should answer.
ID: Klara Fabento
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Subject: ...
Bonjour,
Information? What do you need? If you pay then you can buy Human Organs on our base and sell anywhere in Sirius.
*The viewscreen flickers to life revealing a sturdy dark-haired man in his early thirties sitting in a dimly-lit luxuriously furnished room, apparently in a club somewhere.*
So, you wanted to talk to the superiors, huh? Well, you've just distracted me from looking at those barely dressed dancers, and I hate being distracted. That's why I'll keep it short so that this time you may actually comprehend what we want from you.
To make it perfectly clear, you're obviously getting your business in Gallia up to speed, and we, as in Les Damnés, want our cut. The 6.000.000 francs per week or 24.000.000 francs per month sent to Klara's account, LD|Le.Renard, would let you fly through our turf without us going after you. It's up to you whether you use that opportunity to buy some Human Organs from Ecommoy or just stay at "Le Chat Noir" on Boulogne. Consider it your license to operate in Gallic space.
Now, we could've made some other kind of deal, but Redfire chose to defy Klara's and by extension my authority. And that I can tolerate even less than being distracted. So, I've made you an offer, and I suggest you take it before the price goes up to 8.000.000 francs per week... Or per every jump hole you use when flying in our space. Otherwise we'll be robbing you every single time you fly through our turf. It's that simple, and trust me, both options are fine by us. Oh, and by the way... the joke about Ascos wasn't even funny.
*The message ends abruptly*
Klara turns on the transceiver and sees the recent message.
-I have to read it, it might be something important.
She puts out the cigarette and starts reading the message.
-Haha, really?
After reading the message she understands, that she should answer.
ID: Klara Fabento
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Subject: ...
Bonjour,
You should understand our position. We don't care about Royal Navy...
Your ships doesn't have permition to dock on our base next time.
I'll personally destroy all your ships near our bases, if you thinks that it's better for you and your guys!