*a tall man can be seen, a cigarette in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other*
OH God damn tha's feckin' hell!!!! Seems tha's been mah's ship tha's been responsible fo' tha's action. Well, ta be hones', mah ol' comput'r suff'res s'me errors from toime ta toime, so me targetin' system was out'ta service.
This is why me 'n mah crew wanna apologoize te tha's crew of tha'as foighta DSE transport, payin' his 8 millions of serious standard creditts back:
I do hope you realise the severity of this, not only was my pilot and his apprentices lives put in danger due to your absolute stupidity - there was also a large amount of refugees on board. As if they hadn't had a bad enough time with the war, now they are even more terrified of the dangers out there.
Keep this in mind - if I ever come across you causing trouble again, even a toe out of line, you will be in some serious trouble, as it stands, you have some major work to do to get back in our good books.
Reavers have been taken off Deep Space Engineering's bounty board, and all possible contracts will be passed onto another company until you earn our trust back. And believe me, that wont be easy.
In addition to this, I want a formal apology to the pilot of the vessel you pirated, and their passengers - separate from this channel.
Pull your head in, get your ship fixed.
::::: Signal lost :::::
::::: Transmission Closed :::::
Mrs. Doe. I have to apologize in behalf of the Reaver Merc. Co.
This should never have happened.
*Growls*
This braind-dead excuse of a trainee will surely know the meanin' of not frackin' up.
*Eyes the camera and gets visibly angry*
Pig, apologize in a new comm thread to the pilot and people inside that transport.
Next you will fly to our base.
You will not stop for a quick drink.
You will not say hi or bye to anyone while travelin'.
You will be a frickin' frackin' ghost.
You just costed me a contract, respect, and gave me a headache for christmas.
Your rear-end will be extremely well acquainted with the steel heel of my boots.
And what the true meanin' of pain really is.
*Composes herself*
Once again, i am truly sorry for this.
It won't happen again, Mrs. Doe.
My sympathy is with the pilot and already traumatized people that he was helpin'.
I will contact you later on to discuss on future ventures.
Goodbye, Silver.
[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