During some attempts to assassinate members of Liberty Police Inc, I found myself in the perfect position to lure a vessel into my trap. I requested the vessel to proceed to the Galileo system to make the transfer. Upon her arrival, She was extorted for 5 million credits. No lawful vessels were encountered.
Communications Log Wrote:Mr.Thackeray: --Incoming Transmission-- Mr.Thackeray: --Open Y/N--
Harvest.Moon: --Y-- Mr.Thackeray: "Greetings." Mr.Thackeray: "I have quite a deal for you.."
Harvest.Moon: Alyssa: This is the research vessel Harvest Moon. How may we be of assistance? Mr.Thackeray: "You are in the trading business aren't you?" Mr.Thackeray: "Or is it research now?"
Harvest.Moon: Alyssa: It has always been research. Mr.Thackeray: "Who do you work for?"
Harvest.Moon: Alyssa: We are an independent operation. Mr.Thackeray: "Uh huh.." Mr.Thackeray: "Would you be interested in a piece of history?" Mr.Thackeray: "I am in possession of one Nomad Energy Cannon.." Mr.Thackeray: "It can be all yours for 5 million credits.." Mr.Thackeray: "Quite a deal if you ask me.."
Harvest.Moon: [There are some muffled sounds of conversation in the background.]
Harvest.Moon: Alyssa: Where would you intend to meet us? Mr.Thackeray: "What is easiest for you?" Mr.Thackeray: "I would propose somewhere outside of lawful influence.." Mr.Thackeray: "As the lawful look down on these sorts of transactions.."
Harvest.Moon: Alyssa: The Kepler system, perhaps. Or deeper in the independent worlds if you prefer. Mr.Thackeray: "One moment.." Mr.Thackeray: "Sorry about that.." Mr.Thackeray: "Had some urgent business to attend to.."
Harvest.Moon: Alyssa: Hello again. Mr.Thackeray: "I would propose that we meet in the Galileo system."
Harvest.Moon: Alyssa: Very well. Mr.Thackeray: "One moment.. Generating Cordnates. Mr.Thackeray: "Suggest we meet in sector G7 within Galileo system."
Harvest.Moon: Alyssa: Acknowledged. Mr.Thackeray: "Copy that." Mr.Thackeray: "Please have the funds ready.." Mr.Thackeray: "Your location?" Mr.Thackeray: Hah. Mr.Thackeray: You fell for my trick! Mr.Thackeray: Now cut your engines.
Harvest.Moon: Aisling: How rude, truthfully. Mr.Thackeray: Now.
Harvest.Moon: Aisling: You will observe that our engines are, in fact, cut. Mr.Thackeray: You will be forwarding me 5 million credits..
Harvest.Moon: Aisling: Or else you will shoot us, I suspect? Mr.Thackeray: That is true. Mr.Thackeray: However I prefer to avoid that..
Harvest.Moon: Aisling: As do we. Mr.Thackeray: Let's be quick about this.
Harvest.Moon: Aisling: Very well.
You have received 5.000.000 credits from Harvest.Moon Mr.Thackeray: Shoo.
Harvest.Moon: Aisling: As I would say to you as well. Mr.Thackeray: Don't be so disrespectful. Mr.Thackeray: It will end badly for you.
Harvest.Moon: Aisling: I think I can afford to.