Marietta Mercante
Administrator
Corsica Intelligence Division

Mr. Mex, you can't imagine how grateful I am that it is you answering my message. I've recently been deliberating how I could repay some of the kindness that was met with whenever in contact with the Congress, and I thought that it should be done via the universal language of Sirius: Credits.

If that is something you're interested in, I can assure you that you won't be disappointed in what I have to offer. First, though, I would need your help. I am not so mighty as to simply give out royalties, and as such, I would first need something to present to the members of the Council to convince them that your commitment warrants the effort. Luckily, I have something in mind that would be directly down your alley, I'm sure, as it requires, well, salvaging.

Recently, the CID has taken interest in technology employed by the enemies of the Nacion. What I need you to do is seek our wreckage in Gallia that can be salaved for technology, be that weapons or anything else for that matter. If possible, we would also welcome it if you salvaged whole shipwrecks of Royal Navy ships of all sizes for us to inspect and hopefully bring back to a functional state, although I realize that it might be difficult to find enough still functioning parts in the far reaches of Gallia and the regions where the Royal Navy frequently engages in skirmishes with Bretonia and Liberty. Depending on how impressive your work is, the CID will, of course, see fit to pay handsomely for those services alongside a discount rate at which members of the Congress may acquire the new alien organisms for even further financial gain.

So what do you say, Mr. Mex? Is that something I can win you and yours over for?

I have to admit, you surprise me each and every time, though not in a bad way at all. It just goes to show that I was right in confering with you in this matter. Reading the transscript of your message, because, with all due respect, it is sometimes difficult to understand you, you displayed just why you are the perfect choice for this. You have the methods, contacts and experience, while those under my care do not. There is no shame in admitting when someone is better than oneself at something, and the art is swallowing pride and trying to learn.

In regards to your questions, the dock masters on Valetta have been informed of your arrival. However, I need you to deliver all technology salvaged to one of our operatives personally, preferably in space. I can assure you that you will be compensated for any time lost in wait.

This brings me to the second point: You will be paid in full for anything. So, if you were to find a burned out Valor somewhere, which is so unlikely it borders on being ludicrous, be assured that you will be paid for that. However, such considerations are far from reality, and it is way more likely for you to find snubcraft or maybe gunboats, since those can be difficult to find in debris fields, which makes it possible for them to be overlooked. Trust me when I say that I speak from experience there. The manner of transport, whether you disassemble your findings or not, is up to you to judge, since I do not dare assume I know the job better than you do. If you think there is merit in doing it this way, then you may, though the optimum would be to deliver them as you encountered them.

I hope that clears up any confusion left. Visual evidence of the wreck in question and the delivery to Valetta is still highly encouraged for book-keeping purposes.

Excuse my surprise at this, but I had to take a double take at seeing this. Are they really so careless as to leave this sitting in the orbit of a — one would assume — quite well-visited system? It really goes to show how much disregard there is for anything not functional. Just make sure you'll be around when it's time to return to this one, Mr. Mex. Regardless of what you may or may not find over there, I wouldn't want you to get into harm's way needlessly. I simply don't think some abandoned parts would be worth that, not that I need to tell you how to act.

Maybe we'll get the chance to meet face-to-face after this. Treating you to a small dinner would be the least I could do. Let's see how things go.

Excuse the delay, Mr. Mex, but there are some inconvenient things I 'ave to attend at times and some are more pressing than others. A real shame, because I was quite impressed with the yield, really. The weapons were never intended to be actively yielded, and the wrecks were only really meant to be taken apart to look for potential weak spots, but those seem to be at least remotely servicable. If I'm 'onest, it is more of a pet-project of mine than anything else. It'll never 'ave any practical use, though a girl enjoys 'er trinkets, doesn't she?

In regards to your payment, I 'ave already relayed authorized the transfer to your neural net account, Mr. Mex. I would tell you to relax for now, as I 'ave gotten everything that I need so far, but I think you've found something akin to a Garden of Eden in those mentioned scrap fields, so I won't keep you from them for too long. 'Ave some fun for now. I did promise you a dinner, and I intend to keep that word, so I ask you: Do you 'ave anything specific in mind to treat this lady to? Do excuse me for being terse, but I sort of loathe neural net communications. It's just a certain oddity of mine.