A man with unshaved face and dirty work suit appears on he screens, the background is apparently bridge of a large transport and view outside the port window shows a debris field. Another voice from background shouts 'It's recording!' and the man hurriedly turns to the camera and starts, "Oh, hey there mates!" and waving his hand he continues, "So I talked to some o' your lads in space th' other day, an' them said to send ya this message... So..." He taps something on the console and a chatlog appears on the screen, as the man's voice says, "So y'see... We talked n' stuff, an' them told me to contact you 'bout this."
"But eh, t' put it more simple..." He says as the chatlog fades from screen and image of the man appears again, then clears his throat before continuing, "What I'm talkin' 'bout is this.." He picks up a note with unreadable handwriting and holds it in front of the camera and starts explaining while pointing at each part of the chart drawn on the paper. "Me in my Salvager, takes 3 mins t' grab 3k o' scrap... But then 20 mins t' Gamma n' back... An' I sell them scrap for 2.4k a piece..." Then scratching his head and throwing a confused look at the chart, he puts the paper down and continues, "Err, aye anyways... But y'see... If them Celestial boys were around, I could sell 'em th' scrap 1k a piece, so they take 'em t' Tripoli n' make some 1.4 good K o' profit for 'emselves, an' I wouldn't need t' waste some good one fourth o' an hour on th' trip..!" He then cracks his knuckles and continues, "But eh, I mine even faster on me CSF... An' as funny as it may sound, I can cover 4 good 5k transports on me own! Tha's some 60k scrap per hour!" Then leaning back he adds, "So aye, tha's my proposal... If ya have any shippers around, we can arrange somethin' n' I can mine, y'can haul, n' we both make profit... Lemme know what ya think!" Waving at the camera once again, he signals someone behind the camera and transmission ends.