To: Corsairs Benitez Familia

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Comm ID: [color=white]Wrecked Wanderer
Username: [color=white]Richard Bennett
Source: Trafalgar Base, NL
Target: Benitez Familia

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A man with unshaved face and dirty work suit appears on he screens, the background is apparently bridge of a large transport and view outside the port window shows a debris field. Another voice from background shouts 'It's recording!' and the man hurriedly turns to the camera and starts, "Oh, hey there mates!" and waving his hand he continues, "So I talked to some o' your lads in space th' other day, an' them said to send ya this message... So..." He taps something on the console and a chatlog appears on the screen, as the man's voice says, "So y'see... We talked n' stuff, an' them told me to contact you 'bout this."

[03.06.2011 18:48:33] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Y'know... On my way here I was wonderin...
[03.06.2011 18:49:03] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: There were these bunch workin for you Benitez bunch some time ago, aye?
[03.06.2011 18:49:10] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Celestial shippin' or somethin'.
[03.06.2011 18:49:22] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Are they still around?
[03.06.2011 18:49:33] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: Celestial shipping yes. Hmm
[03.06.2011 18:49:44] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: I haven't seen any of their transports in a while
[03.06.2011 18:49:49] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: I must admit...
[03.06.2011 18:49:52] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Eh, a shame...
[03.06.2011 18:50:17] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Them boys were the only solid 'Sair shippers I've seen in my time... No offense!
[03.06.2011 18:50:48] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: So erm... Any other bunch o' Sairs with transports around nowadays?
[03.06.2011 18:51:08] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: Hmm
[03.06.2011 18:51:18] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Cause I have a proposal o' sorts for 'em if there are any.
[03.06.2011 18:51:29] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: for the most part we collect our own supplies in Bretonia. You know...
[03.06.2011 18:52:02] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Well, thing is... I'm not much o' a businessman, but thinkin' 'bout it...
[03.06.2011 18:52:13] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Your boys at Tripoli pay 2.4k a piece for the scrap I bring.
[03.06.2011 18:52:45] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: But I waste a lot of time just on the road, so...
[03.06.2011 18:52:46] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: We consider that a fair price. Taking it here is not without risk
[03.06.2011 18:53:07] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: I was thinkin' maybe I can arrange somethin' with a bunch of transports and sell 'em scrap for 1k a piece at London?
[03.06.2011 18:53:53] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: I'm not following you senor....
[03.06.2011 18:54:15] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: If you sell your metal in London, then what good would it do us?
[03.06.2011 18:55:02] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Eh, y'see... If your boys collect the scrap in London, they'll make some profit with takin' it here to Tripoli.
[03.06.2011 18:55:15] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: An' I'll make some profit with sittin' an' minin' all day.
[03.06.2011 18:55:25] Wrecked.Wanderer: *Rick grins*
[03.06.2011 18:55:49] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: I see
[03.06.2011 18:55:52] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: See? Scrap ends up on Tripoli either way, but that way, your boys will get 1.4k a solid piece if they haul it here.
[03.06.2011 18:56:07] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: we might be able to arrange something
[03.06.2011 18:56:19] Wrecked.Wanderer: *Rick gives a thumbs up*
[03.06.2011 18:56:30] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Good ta hear s'nor.
[03.06.2011 18:56:43] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Lemme know when yo decide so we arrange somethin' if possible.
[03.06.2011 18:56:45] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: Try sending a message to our private channel and we'll see what we can do
[03.06.2011 18:57:01] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Righto. I better be on my way now.
[03.06.2011 18:57:10] Corsairs~Leon_Benitez: Have a safe flight senor
[03.06.2011 18:57:19] Wrecked.Wanderer: Rick: Lemme know if you need anythin' on my trip back to Gamma!

"But eh, t' put it more simple..." He says as the chatlog fades from screen and image of the man appears again, then clears his throat before continuing, "What I'm talkin' 'bout is this.." He picks up a note with unreadable handwriting and holds it in front of the camera and starts explaining while pointing at each part of the chart drawn on the paper. "Me in my Salvager, takes 3 mins t' grab 3k o' scrap... But then 20 mins t' Gamma n' back... An' I sell them scrap for 2.4k a piece..." Then scratching his head and throwing a confused look at the chart, he puts the paper down and continues, "Err, aye anyways... But y'see... If them Celestial boys were around, I could sell 'em th' scrap 1k a piece, so they take 'em t' Tripoli n' make some 1.4 good K o' profit for 'emselves, an' I wouldn't need t' waste some good one fourth o' an hour on th' trip..!" He then cracks his knuckles and continues, "But eh, I mine even faster on me CSF... An' as funny as it may sound, I can cover 4 good 5k transports on me own! Tha's some 60k scrap per hour!" Then leaning back he adds, "So aye, tha's my proposal... If ya have any shippers around, we can arrange somethin' n' I can mine, y'can haul, n' we both make profit... Lemme know what ya think!" Waving at the camera once again, he signals someone behind the camera and transmission ends.

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