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To: Silver of the Reaver Mercenary Company. - Blighter - 08-19-2011


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[font=Fixedsys]Sender: Natalie Callahan
Recipient(s): Silver of the Reaver Mercenary Company
Subject: An offer you can't refuse.
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[font=Palatino Linotype]A videofeed starts up quickly, revealing miss Natalie "Blue" Callahan sitting on a comfortable chair behind a glass table, her hair blue as always and her slender shape clad in dark-blue business attire as she looks at the camera with a serious expression on her face.
[color=#CC99CC]I will get to the point.

I know your work, I've been following it a little in my spare time. You remind me of a former associate and friend of mine, a particular miss... Meller is it now. I especially find your burning desire to stir up trouble quite entertaining.

But this is not relevant. What is relevant is that you are a Mercenary. You have no qualms about murdering anyone or risking your own life for the raw Sirius Credit. This has good and bad sides.

The good side is, Mercenaries with your reputation are rare. Mercenaries with your reputation and utmost desire to cause trouble are even rarer. And the few of those who are still alive are the rarest. I know of only a handful, such as Johnny Walker, the persona called "aerelm", gentlemen like those.

Regardless the bad side is you, personally especially, are not exactly known for your "loyalty".

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#CCDDCC]She quickly fishes a cigarette out of her suit's pocket, one of those trademark moves of hers, and then a lady vaguely looking to be of Kusarian origin to some extent walks up from behind her and lights the cigarette before disappearing out of view once again.
[color=#CC99CC]As of now, this changes. You work for me.
Not the entire Reaver Mercenary Company, mind you, I'm merely interested in your persona.

You are entering a contract for the monthly pay of sixty-six million, six-hundred and sixty-six thousand and six-hundred and sixty-six Sirius Credits.

The terms are that in all of the Omegas, in all of the Omicrons except Alpha, in all of Rheinland space as well as its surrounding border-worlds, that is Sigma-13 and Bering, you will be the personal bodyguard of someone. This particular someone you may actually know a little, you may even remember her as "Chartreuse". My fiancée, Viva Emilia Velasquez.

Now I'm quite certain you are aware that she can very-well take care of herself. I am also certain that you noticed that neither the Tau regions nor Liberty are included in the above list, as I myself am well-aware that when it comes to Outcasts and Liberty, your interests may differ.

So budda, me saying you'll be the "bodyguard" might result in you raising an eyebrow. Let me clarify here in terms you cannot misunderstand.

Viva says you shoot something, you shoot it.
Viva says you have your ship explode from under your arse, it explodes.
Viva says you go and fetch her a Derelict Nomad Artifact, you do just that.

Of course this may sound fairly intimidating and you probably want to decline this offer at this point, but she's not the type of person who will abuse another human being for her "Schadenfreude" or guilty pleasure otherwise. She's quite a reasonable woman, so you shouldn't expect anything ridiculous by all means.

However I do expect from you to do the best you can do in order to ensure her safety in space.

Now take note here that I say space. I think by now she has at least half the Red Hessian Army between her and any human being who could wish to do her harm whenever she is aboard a Hessian installation, so your services there are not needed by any means. Nor will they be needed if Viva doesn't request them, unless if you have the slightest reason to believe that "excessive harm" might be coming her way. Ideally you will be earning a huge sum of money for doing little more than your other usual work of which I'm also quite aware, as you could have guessed.

Of course when it comes to the contract itself, I have to ask that you keep to yourself anything about you and I having done business. If you wish to inform your fellow "Reavers", inform them that you now have an additional side-job to earn some extra-money. If you wish to involve them on the deal, by all means do so as well, but the details regarding you and me should stay covered up and never be mentioned. I don't have to add that just because you involve anyone else from your company, you won't get paid extra, the price stays as it is.

And do bear in mind that given both my fiancée's and my own previous history this "keep-things-between-us-thing" is something I ask you to do for your company's and your personal safety. It goes without mention that you wouldn't want it to become public that you work for a known "enemy" of Liberty for example, ain't I right? Naturally you'll see this as a threat now but it isn't one, as much as I occasionally love the odd temporary chaos here and there.

Speaking of threats, despite all those friendly words I will make one thing very clear here.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#CCDDCC]Raising her free hand, she motions the lady from before to step forward, out of the shadows, with no emotion visible on the latter's pokerface.
[color=#CC99CC]You see her, but you don't know her. Yet she knows you.

If you don't do your job, that pristine face of hers will be one of the last things you see as your existence comes to an end while someone else's artificial hands snap your neck.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#CCDDCC]Leaning back while inhaling deeply, she closes her eyes for a second before looking back into the camera lens with a wry smile.
[color=#CC99CC]But you and I know it won't get that far, redhead.
I hope you live up to the rumors though, since if you do it will be quite... entertaining.

Oh, I've also taken the liberty to send the first two payments to your bank account in advance.
If you ask me it's pocket-change really, but it should be more than enough given the circumstances.
It's also most likely going to stay at two months only as far as I can tell, since I realize you don't like things to be "too binding", si?

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To: Silver of the Reaver Mercenary Company. - Silver - 08-20-2011

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Uh.

*Sips some whisky*

Ain't this frickin' dandy?
My account is already greased and fat and i haven't said aigh't yet.

Guess you do like to boss around, don't ya?

*Smirks*

Hmm, Miss... Blue, yeah, i've heard of your exploits.. and standing within Liberty.
Also heard you got an eye for business.. and people.

Which is all shinny and stuff, especially regarding a job like this.

*Grabs the Jack Daniels bottle and fills the glass*

Yeah, i know Viva from her time in the Company and from the random furballs in the Omegas.
And cool, i can throw my lot with her, whenever she needs me.

After all, it's just business, and in the Omegas, business is a-booming.

*Sips some more whisky*

I do have a bullseye on my ass as it is, though.
Just now in the Taus, i had 6 on my ass plus a random Solarizer Thresher that couldn't aim for his life.
All cool and sh**, got paid for the distraction.

I do bet however, that if Viva is still dancing like she used to..
Well, a lot of dead people will be lining up for the coffin makers.

*Gulps the remaining whisky in the glass and thinks*

Hells, i ain't gonna stick around to reach 30, so why the hell not?

*The grin is a predatorial one*

You got yourself a crystal shinny deal, Miss Blue.
So, i'll do what you say, and plow some roads as Viva requires it.

Hopefully, death won't come that soon to me then.
But it will for whoever she tells me to kill.

*Laughs*

Kisses,
Silver.

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