Mister Graves, I can't express how much I owe you right now. Things will be better soon, I already contacted the insurance service, and while I doubt they will give me enough for a new Bustard, it will at least be enough to get a small freigther. It will take some time for them to process my case. I guess I'll contact the Congress then to get myself a ship from them and get back into business.
I contact you from Rochester right now, as I made my way over here to see what is left here. I rented a bit space here for the renovation of smaller ships, and we actually managed to sort-of salvage a Liberty Guardian. Uhm, I mean it will be illegal to fly it without the permission of the government and navy, but it's still better than sitting in this little shuttle that took a few hits when leaving Pittsburgh. As for now, that will definitely suffice.
How do we progress now? Shall we meet somewhere? Shall I go to Beaumont and get those Hellflurrys?
A pleasure to hear of your timely escape from this rather unfortunate predicament. While I personally had to raise an eyebrow at trying to claim insurance, I certainly wouldn't fault you for trying. After all, why not make use of the system in your time of need, right? As for that Navy ship, I might have an interest in that, even if it is only, well, because I like having trophies, but that is beside the point; do with that as you please.
Now to address the debt ratio between us two: The weapons should still be there. They're not technically of much value to me, so I guess I have to admit that I was rather negligent with their retrieval, given that I suspected you had passed away due to the time you took to answer. Yes, please retrieve them. All I would need for you is to mount them on a snubcraft-sized ship and let me do a few snapshots. However, I would urge you to use a transponder that doesn't necessarily reveal your identity.