Hola. We'll spare each other the formalities for now and get right down to business at once. You're required to make a delivery for us, one of hundreds more to come that're not shipped to Ishmael.
Destination for all of this is Madrid, that's Crete for you. Don't ask questions. Let them know it's coming from Ghosts squadron, drop it always off directly to a representative of the Corsair Brotherhood and you'll be rewarded with one grand profit besides the initial price for the shipment itself. Send us the bill and we'll balance it out. Acknowledge your capability to fulfill this contract over these frequencies.

For power. For Ishmael. For the Ghosts.
Salutes.
'Stefania Casta.

Hola. It's truly a dark day for Nacion when the Department decides dealing with us sports more risk than reward. As one of the very few left that remember what it took to convince Jameson of your abilities and what great deeds you had fulfilled in times where Nacion was in dire need of support, it strikes me personally to see such a relationship thrown away. Enlighten me please on the exact reasons of your, hopefully temporary, retreat, for the archives record.
This sure was not the first of their mistakes, but recently they made way to their last one. To give you, free of charge, an advice: Stay as far away from Ishmael as you can for the weeks to come, as the situation will eventually escalate beyond what anyone could possibly want. Razgriz' Ghosts still request your assistance, no further risk involved even, so to speak. Contract will go as backline supply into the Sigmas to neutral ground, we'll take it from there. Have an emergency meeting on that one and let me know your answer.
Besides, once they dared venturing too far and forced me to've brought havoc to their lands, burned their grounds, skinned their relatives and eradicated their line of heritage, our more personal encounter is still on? I'm eager as before to meet the one who convinced the Legend.

For power. For Ishmael. For the Ghosts.
Salutes.
'Stefania Casta.