*A slightly disheveled man appears, he's cheaply dressed in loose fitting cloths and wearing a bright orange cap. The room behind him is is disrepair with a gaps in some of the wall panels and a tilted picture of a what looks to be a wreaked liner under refit.*
This *waves a dirty datadisk* is a copy of a transmission to the Rheinland Military. *He slams the disk into the control panel and sends* And THEY told me to send it to you!
*starts yelling* I can't even come into a simple Lawful House system anymore without being harrassed, shot at and chased! I'm told my ship is ILLEGAL! Considering it's been refitted, brolen, repaired and gutted and fixed again I'm suprised that you can even get a clear reading let alone put it in a class. So I'm surpirsed when people run around calling it a Slave Liner when nothing of the sort has ever touched my holds. This stereotyping is something I expect of high class brats looking down their noses at us little people thinking that all of us just roll around in the dirt hualing slaves, drugs and weapons! Well some of us are inoccent hard working folk who can't be blamed for being born with a penny to their name!
Not only are you harrassing us but sending us out into the line of fire! Into war! Your military was basicly DEMANDING that I break the embargo and travel intothe border systems and through Liberty! No doubt you want Liberty to pick me up and put me in prison? To save yourself the trouble! It's discrimination against the honest man!
*calms down* So where do I place my complaint?
