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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