I'm Breacon, a new lass on Arranmore. Could nae but notice ya'have a whooping big station for collecting'em shiny rocks. Well, I've gotta bit'a practice smuggling from A t'B. Don't suppose ya'be willing to ask'ya lads to stop shooting me'n m'ship, let me dock and pay some hard earned credits f'some of ya'ore?
Oy's sorry fer deh late answer, mos' o' oos have been busy fer quoite some toime , naow.
So, indeed, we'll tell deh lads tae stop shootin' at yese vessels, un' tae grant ye access tae deh ore depot on deh Coin.
As soon as yer shippies will be identifoyed, o' course.
So oy s'pose we could meet at Arry, tae get ye doses papers dhat would grant ye clearance tae dock.
Does dhat suit ye well ?
That's nae problem lass, just was a wee bit triffled t'wonder where ya'had all gone. Glad t'see ya'still kicking 'bout. Aye, just outside o'Arry is good. Sadly, it'll hav'ta waiting 'till I'm back from the run i'm on... 'bout two days o'carting stuff 'bout t'go.
If it helps ya, I use three transponders:
-"The.Black.Wind"
-Sian.Breacon
-Sian,Breacon
Though, given our history o'usually shooting at each other, I appreciate ya likely want t'see'em with ya'own eyeholes.
-Breacon
So... well, lass, o' course, we'd loike tae see doses shippies wid aour own eyes, aour enginers will check deh transponders among oder tinguies, once ye'll be at Arry's.
Ye know what deh sayin' says... trust's good, control's bedder.
* The woman smirks at the screen *
But oy would also loike tae tank ye fer yer help 'round planet New London, last toime we met.
Meanwhoile, awaitin' fer ye on Arry fer yese comin'. Oy's shure, we'll have a lot o' tink tae talk 'bout , besoide deh paperwork...