Megaera.
One of the Erinyes.
Fitting that a woman whose name is translatable as Jealousy wants that which she does not currently have.
I assume this is a pirate moniker. GEIST will not enquire over any details beyond this point. However, we can make an exception. I hope for everyone's sake that we do not. Not every rabbithole requires an Alice.
Usually we would demand credits, or material compensation for services rendered. However this is the absolute worst time to lay down a ship construction order of any occasion within the last fifty years. We are in the process of recovering from a bloody war that cost us in steel. Blood is replacable – the human body produces four hundred billion platelets per day. The entirety of Sirian history has not produced four hundred billion spacecraft. Iron depends upon the death of stars. Blood merely the death of man. What is a human life compared to a machine? I have myself many men and not enough machines to provide them with roofs, pressure hulls, survival. I must tend to my flock before I do trade with a stranger. Unless that which you offer is more valuable than my family. More than mere credits.
Tell us how your payment is both generous, and, most of all, unique, and we will graft you the first hull that rolls off the production line. Hull Eighty Seven Libra Five. A hull that was intended to be ours. It can yet be yours.
The ball is in your court, strange one. Seduce me. Find me that which I do not yet know I desire, and I will direct you to Vulkan – the master shipwright and finest engineer in the colonies. He will provide you with a chariot that would make Apollo jealous of even you, envious one.
Well?
In solidarity, in peace, I remain yours.