*A woman appears on a static covered screen obviously in a bad mood.*
"Yeah.. Umm.. I hear you boys have been pretty busy lately, so my request may not be of the best timing, but I've got no other choice at the moment. That LSF bit... mmm..." *She looks away for a moment*
"The Padua Bar tender said I could count on your group for a possible security detail, and given the current activity in liberty, especially what happened a few hours ago out in Texas, I think I may need to call on your services." She leans back in her chair with a sigh*
"Here's my problem, my normal escort went and got himself arrested and thrown in Sugarland all cause some dumb girl wanted him to try for a better life, I told him it was a bad Idea, but he told me he knew what he was doing... and now I'm out one GORRAM ESCORT!!" *She kicks the console hard causing the transmission to glitch out for a moment. a few seconds later, she can be seen leaning over the camera, her chest close to the lens*
"Cap, the feeds back up." *Says a man from just of camera*
"Yeah, thanks, I got it..." *She takes her seat once again*
"Anyway, I'd be very appreciative for some assistance on my... lets say, clandestine cargo route. I can promise whoever you send the same cut I've given my last two escorts, 20 % of the haul and all you can drink on my dime back on Padua once the jobs done. I hope to hear from you as soon as possible, I have a deadline to keep and my business associates are not the forgiving types."
Aha, aye. 20% soun's nice, eh? Thinkin' I could pitch in to th' paddywagon train. I'll ev'n do it fer' free as t' not cut into your business. Don't wanna be payin' 40%. Maybe I'll just take 10% of th' 20.... Oh! Hey! Th' games back! Gotta go!
*scrambles off screen and back on briefly* Light the whites!
*Transmission cuts*
-| Signal lost |-
The.Cincinnati - Maverick O'Howell, Sylus, and 199 Family members.
*The young woman comes into view, her face partially obscured by the Static from her holo-recorder.* "Wow, one hook, two fish; my pops would be proud..." *From off screen the same man from the previous transmission can be heard* "Didn't you shoot that guy a few years back?" *She looks off screen towards the voice* "Yeah... an I'll do the same to you if you interrupt my transmission again Leo. Do your damn job and get rid of that Xeno." *The man responds with a bit of fear in his voice* "I... uh.. I would, but the aft cannons seem to be locked in position... again." *The woman quickly stands, moving off screen leaving just a chair with what looks to be a red coat hanging of the back, and a set of interesting looking mechanical holsters hanging off the right side.* "JEFFERSON, HOW MANY FRAKIN' TIMES I GOTTA TELL YA TO POWER UP THEM TURRETS BEFORE YA RELEASE THE LOCKS. IT MESSES WITH 'EM SOMETHIN' FIERCE IF YA DONT YA BRAIN BLOWN?!?" *From what sounds like the opposite end of the bridge, a man quickly responds, fear obvious in his voice.* "Yes ma'am.. i'll fix it right away!!" *She can be heard moving back towards the chair as a somewhat muffled explosion rocks the ship causing her holsters to fall from her chair* "You better, one hull breach and you're buyin' the next months food stores..." *She moves into view of the camera, leaning down before bringing her holsters back to the side of her chair, actually taking the time to dust them off though they most likely didn't needed it. She takes her seat thinking for a moment before looking off camera with a cross look* "AND DON'T CALL ME ME MA'AM?!?!" *A few men can be heard chuckling off camera as one mutters, "Busted" The woman returns her attention to the camera once again* "Anyway, where was I.... Oh, right, escort duty. Ivory, Maroon, I'll take all the help I can get, these supplies are detrimental to Paduas well being as well as detrimental to Montezumas operations." *She makes a quick sweeping motion with her right hand, most likely telling one of her crewman to leave her be* "...As for the Payment, that 20% is the total amount to be given to however many escorts show up, gotta make some credits on this run somehow. So it will be 10% per escort, an' if you've got any crew aboard, then you deal with their cut..." *Suddenly there's a loud explosion as the young woman is nearly knocked from her seat. she struggles a bit to regain her position before one of her crewmen calls out* "NAVY BOOMER WITH TWO HEAVIES OFF THE STARBOARD BOW CAP'N?!?!" *Jo quickly leans forwards to deactivate the transmission, though hesitates for a moment long enough to look directly into the camera showing only her eyes* "Lemme know what you boys think, gotta go..." *She stands leaning forwards leaving only her chest visible, a tight black shirt covering her chest and upper abdomen with no sleeves a strange if not interesting choice for a captain* "HARD TO STARBOARD, 3O DEGREE DOWN ANGLE, BRING THE CANNONS TO FULL AND LET THEM BASTARDS HAVE IT!!! Were huntin navy tonig............."
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