Heh, 's been a while since I was called a young man, but I 'spose its all relative eh?
Glad ta 'ear ya willin' ta be reasonable. We'll be double an' triple checkin' ta make sure its all nice an' kosher, but ya seem like ya bein' straight with us. I ain't gonna give ya too much more hassle than ya already gettin'. O' course ya welcome ta keep an eye on all ya software as we go, we 'ave no interest in messin' with ya digital systems. Thats more Lane Hacker territory. Speakin' o' which, if any o' you Hacker boys are listenin', 'ope ya doin' well.
I find its best ta assume they always listen, heh.
Now on to my favourite part. The price. Now I left the ball in your court ta start the biddin', but ya handed it right the heck back, so that says ta me you ain't got any goods ta trade. Credits'll 'ave ta do. Considerin' the size o' the ship, an' the tremendous danger bot' physical an' political that helpin' ya might bring us, we were gonna charge ya 500 Million. But I'm a big softie, an' I figure ya gonna need all the credits ya can keep wit' ya when ya out there findin' ya new purpose. So I'll cut ya some slack. I'll drop it down ta 375 Million credits. I'm gonna be upsettin' a lot o' me own folks for givin' such a cheap price, but let me worry 'bout that.
Now considerin' ya ain't got a lot of other safe options, for the sake o' ya crew, I'd strongly recommend takin' the deal. I know me boys'll look after ya proper. When the credit transfer clears, I'll give ya a flight plan an' 'ave a bottle o' somethin' nice waitin' for ya. Whats ya poison? Consider it a free gift wit' purchase.