*The words incoming transmission are blinking, but the camera feed is just showing a grey-ish sky and the sender's ID isn't also showing.*
*Suddenly a loud, chopping sound is heard, like a blunt axe being swung into the neck of a human, a faint wheezing starts to transmit afterwards for a few seconds. Then, silence.*

*Stirling's face pops up from below the video camera, with a big smile. His eyes looking straight into the camera portraying the true nature of his kind. The killers, known as the Homo Sapiens.*

"Heya 'Cerulean', Stirling here! You know, from the IND and about that base and stuff. I've got this thing, well, I'm bored beyond systems. Most of the times I'm just getting more credits and occasional indulge in the honourable art of necrophilia, but like... you know, it just feels so limited."

"Like... there's something more I could do. Fight a bigger fight. Or fight opponents who actually pose a threat, because
*and he points down on the ground but you obviously can't see it seeing how the camera remains focused on Stirling's face* these disposable 'working' girls don't. Except for the odd scratch here and there,
or more anger invoking, blood or tissue spatters on my beautiful hand tailored costumes from Malta. Did you know for example there are tailors on Malta who continue their family's heritage that
dates all the way back to Earth in Sol? I believe they call it 'Italian' quality."

*He grabs a handkerchief and starts to clean his face.*

"Mind you, my combat experiences in space are -limited-. To say the least. I've done some joyriding in gunboats, which felt more natural to me than fighters, but being able to actually take someone down...
I suspect that will take a lot of training. If I ever manage it. Not that I care. I can easily afford myself new ships if I loose mine through lasers and fire, but I guess that's one of the perks of
being in the IND. I'm on top of the money I suppose."

*He shows a roll of heavy duty black plastic and a pair of red tassels and his grin appears again.*

"Did you know that a human body still remains warm for about 20 minutes after death? I gotta hurry now, but perhaps we could discuss my potential future with the Reavers on board Poena Outpost?"

"Also, for some unknown reason to me, call it that voice in the back of your head, I deem it wise to keep it on the down low, about this. I'm unsure how my esteemed colleagues of the IND would react to me having a little side adventure."

"Take care Cerulean, I won't have any hard feelings if you would not consider me being a part of your little gang of misfits. In such a case I will continue to roam and find other ways to prevail.
This won't hurt our relations either concerning Poena. Business is business and I am more than capable of keeping business and pleasure separated."

Safe travels,
Umber.