To the Elders of the Corsair Empire

[The Clearinghouse]

Greetings, Most honored Elders.
I am the Auctioneer, and I specialize is selling things of value.
We have not had contact in the past, as I have never had anything to sell to the Empire, but today I have a particularly juicy bit of information for you.
You see, there i was minding my own business in Omega-5 when all of a sudden a transport passed me, loaded full to the brimming with Basic Alloy.
Course, being a particularly intelligent man, and knowing the glorious Corsairs use scrap instead of Alloy, having their own smelters and whatnot, I investigated.
Well, apparently the particular pilot of this transport, belonging to the Independent NeuralNet Department, was particularly stupid, as I followed him through hostile territory straight to his destination.
A hitherto unknown base located deep within Omega-52.
If this interests you, as I think it should, please transfer 75 million credits to Herr.Dark
Hopefully,
The Auctioneer.

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"..In my palace deep, Lyca lies asleep..."

[Madvillain]

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Hmn..

Somehow your message slipped through my spam filter.
Gracias for the information, I am not buying anything.




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+Elder Juanez ''el Presidente" Buonocore.+

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with honour dignity and pride.
The Corsair Brotherhood

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Baila Morena | Toilet Trouble | Elder Presidente[TBH] | The Titan Combat Manual | Confession

[The Clearinghouse]

I am saddened that today is not payday, good sir, but i am most gladdened that the Corsairs know the location of

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"..In my palace deep, Lyca lies asleep..."