To: Molly Headquarter & Junker's Congress

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[color=#000000]Identification:
Location: Cassini system, Toplita base
Name: Gregor Benedict, captain of "Smack It Baby"
Affiliation: Liberty Rogue

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Respected Leaders!

I can announce a great news for you, since our last raid on liberty convoys was more than profitable. After the battle we gained a "Bison" class liberty battletransport vessel. Unfortunately it got heavy damages by our forces, so we had to haul it to our shipyard.

Our engineers did a great job by fixing it, and now it serves the Liberty Rogues as a well defended transport ship what could help us to build strong relations with our allies. The ship got a new callsign by one of our engineers, and now it fly under the "[color=#000000]Smack It Baby" callsign. As far as we know, the name comes from a "Nomad Lover" band concert, but who knows the truth novadays. I have to say, our engineers are a little bit odd.

The most important part of my message is the following:

Since we are trying to establish new ways to reach each others under heavy navy patrolling, we need your approval to enter some of your systems and bases. As a rogue vessel, we try to focus on profit and needed commodities at the same time.

We need to enter Puerto Rico system first and dock on Culebra Smelter to pick up some stuff from there and haul to the Molly society. So Mr. Hawk, our ears are open for your opinion and conditions if needed to let us enter your well guarded place.

But we are not ready yet, since our planned destination is in Londonderry, named as Foyle Shipyard. We know, that you are in short of supply convoys novadays our dear allies, so we will try to reach you as soon as possible, but we will need your passwords to enter the system and the base. As we know, your interestings are guarded by well trained warriors, so we wont establish contact without your approval in a weird looking ship, like the Bison.

We are looking for your answers and well opened about your opinions.

Yours faithfully

Gregor Benedict, captain of the "Smack It Baby"

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[Wraga]

<<<[font=Century Gothic]boosting signal with love and money>>>

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<<<[font=Century Gothic]boosting signal with love and money>>>

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<<<[font=Century Gothic]boosting signal with love and money>>>

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[Hawk]

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****Comm ID: Arbiter Jack Crow****
****location: Classified****

I thought this had been answered. Oh well. As long as you can be respectful of our ways, you are free to use Puerto Rico. It should be much better than the norm for you. I recently traveled to Cassini. Lord knows you can'€™t find ANYTHING there.

Crow Out

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[Wraga]

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[color=#000000]Identification:
Location: Cassini system, Toplita base
Name: Gregor Benedict, captain of "Smack It Baby"
Affiliation: Liberty Rogue

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Mr. Crow!

We have had some friendly encounters with junkers in Puerto Rico, so I have to say, thank you for your warm welcome! If you need a hand to haul some commodities for you, just hook us up.

Yours faithfully

Gregor Benedict, captain of the "Smack It Baby"

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[Marcus]

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A soft flashing was coming from a cluttered desk, almost obscured by piles of paper threatening to collapse onto a floor that was already being used as storage for other piles of paper. From the officer chair a low rubbling snore came from a man slouched back with his feet propped up on the desk.
The flashing turned into a loud beeping causing the man to start, sending the chair crashing to the floor along with a small avalanche of papers. A hand waved up in the air for a moment before getting a grip on the corner of the desk pulling up the rest of the cursing man. Shuffing a papers aside to read the console, muttering under his breath, he read the message

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To Gregor Benedict,
Supply convoys are always welcome 'ere in Londonderry, the system defence network will be updated with your ships IFF. Though for yer first entry a small gift of good faith would be a appricated, about a dozen BAF pilots would be appricated. They 'elp keep us update teh date on teh goin's on in Bretonia.
Oh and well done on yer procurement of ye ship, good little things I've heard.

Regards, Vice Charles Gov' of the Mollys

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Pressing send, he uprighted his chair and settled back in as quietly as he could, the boss had been on a rampage last few days and he'd been hiding out in his office where the paperwork acted as a deterrent. With luck a dozen new toys would put her back in a good mood for her to torture and assume herself which, most importantly, meant he could get some decent sleep.

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