To: Natalie Callahan

[Reaver Company Inc.]

*A silent Silver is seen but she turns her head to the cam*

Evenin', Miss Callahan.
Don't worry, the Major is quite fine. Killing people left and right.
A fun sport.

*She snickers*

But that isn't what i have contacted ye for.
The Zweihander dude told me that you had some mighty Libertonian style 'gifts' avaiable.
And that you were in a mood to share.

So i am here asking what would take my company to get some of those dandy gifts and shiz?

Kisses,
Silver.

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[font=Fixedsys]Source: [color=#CC99CC]Prison Liner Stellar Ranger, Bering, Tanner Asteroid Belt
[font=Fixedsys]Sender: Natalie Callahan
Recipient(s): Silver of the Reaver Mercenary Company
Subject: The things that we want. (Things that ain't booze that is.)

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[font=Palatino Linotype]The video-feed starts up and Callahan can be seen sitting on a comfortable chair behind a glass table, apparently in some kind of office and staring, all professional.looking and such, clad in a (miraculously) black business suit and leaning back while enjoying a cigar.

[color=#CC99CC]Under different circumstances I'd say "no", regardless of whether you played body-guard for my fiancée or not. Your reputation is responsible for that, and you're well-aware it's not exactly the best in some areas. This doesn't require further discussion. There is however another side to that coin however which remains relevant even after disregarding my personal feelings completely, that being that you are able to get things done. Mostly.


So am I. You'll find a deserted "Akegata" Container Transport in Kepler, grid C3, roughly forty-two clicks below the ecliptic. Upon approaching the ship will send an automated transmission ordering you to halt and to transmit an access code. Said code is "MynameisSilverandIdrinktoodamnmuchformyowngood.". If the code isn't transmitted or you're too drunk to talk and try to crash into the thing instead, it'll activate its Cruise Engines and run off into that hellhole's nether regions faster than you can down a jug of Moonshine.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#CCDDCC]She inhales deep, then slowly leans forward, pointing at the camera with the cigar.

[color=#CC99CC]Do yourself a favor, be sober and bring friends. You'll be able to access the ship after sending the code. From there it's unlocking and detaching the six pods that'll be present and taking them with you. Each of those contains one LHX-F1A Heavy Fighter loaded for bear with all the Tachyon-shooters you'll ever need. They're special and only work on those fighters however, as they're pre-set ships, mass-produced, lacking the high-tech but nonetheless deadly, just the jazz you want without any unnecessary junk that stands in the way of expanding cargo holds and cockpits to have more room for loot.

Well who am I kidding, we know it's extra-space for extra-booze.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#CCDDCC]And she leans back again, looking rather emotionless after that little joke.

[color=#CC99CC]There are conditions.

The Reaver Mercenary Company will never commit a hostile act against the Hellfire Legion.
The Reaver Mercenary Company will not commit hostile acts against allies of the Hellfire Legion if members of the Legion are in the vicinity. Those allies include Mollys, Unioners and Xenos.
Acts of self-defense against those are, of course, a non-issue. We're professionals, and I'm sure we understand one another here. Unless if you're drunk again right now.

Of course that's fairly little. I'm giving you ships in exchange for you losing out on a tiny amount of potential profits in the future, what with you working for the Blue Man Group, bunch of sad tossers that they are, but that's not a real issue as far as it concerns this agreement.

The real deal here is that you will acquire information, keep your mouth shut about it, and then deliver it to me. As everyone and their mother are aware of you being somewhat in favor of the ruling caste residing on that torture-room we call Malta, you'll be acquiring evidence of any Outcast activity that concerns or may be related to the Slomon K'hara, or Nomads if you will. By any, I mean any you can get your greedy hands on.

I want evidence of Outcasts harboring Nomads.
I want evidence of any "worship" going on.
I want evidence of one assisting the other.
I want evidence of in-combat support of one for the other.
I want evidence of any god-damn conversation related to them, genetics, Cardamine, anything like that.
As a bonus, keep track of anything remotely infested and whenever you get some new ship designations of infested vessels, or names of infested persona along with evidence of infestation, send them to me. Ideally you'll find enough for me to get a little witch-hunt going.

You have until December the 24th. If you make a good Santa, I may return the favor.
If not, your new toys may get reduced to dust and shadow if I feel like it. It goes without saying that if you ever lay hand on a member of the Legion, they will get nixed, but you knew that already. I'm going to add here that those things you'll be picking up later, they come from me. The Legion does not know, nor doesn't need to know of this until I say so, and I think you'll find that to be beneficial to your own interests as well.

I'm also certain that you understand that I'm being in a rather generous mood, with you being given what you wish for in advance, but I'd like to ask for one other thing, "Miss Silver". Tomorrow, 0900 hours SMT, Texas, Pequena Negra, dead-center, twenty above. Come alone, bring no friends and be sober. We'll have a little "girl talk".

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[Silver]

*Lights up a cigar*

Miss Callahan, those are quite the gifts.
I'll be sure for them to be in the hands of the fine people that will turn them in the capable killin' machines
we both know they can be.

*She inhales some smoke*

Tough assignment you just threw me there.
I was expecting a hefty sum of creds.. And got an intel job in my lap.

*She exhales the smoke*

Hm. Alright, agreed.
I'll tell the boys and girls to get the transport and start offloading the Bayo's to the Mercrosis.

*She looks at the camera*

And as for the meet..
I'll be there.
You just have piqued my interest, ma'am.

Bye bye,
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop