To: <"Xeno Alliance communications">
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Locke.
I wasn't wrong, you've got potential to grow. But let's enjoy a small bit of facts, shall we? John White, a man with an ego the size of Interspace's interest rates had his ship crippled by a hatchling. A nobody, a member of a pathetic group of people, at least according to him. Way to rub the salt in his wounds, you've given less than legal establishments across Liberty something to laugh about. And you're alive to boot.
Normally I'd offer a promotion to the rank of Juvenile after having bloodied yourself, but I think kicking John in his white boxes deserves proper recognition. I'm elevating you to the rank of Ripe and you'll find the bartender on the station you just docked at will offer you a round of drinks on the house. You've earned it, Ridgenose.