My name is Phil Dellenton, Emissary of the Voltaic Junkers, or in other words, the guy who is allowed to decide on stuff.
Maybe you heard about us, and if not, don't worry, I'm here to introduce ourself. So... ahm... yeah, we are the Administrator of the Junker Station Tarancon located in Omicron Minor system, pretty close to the Nomads, but still far enough away to survive. While our pilots are mostly busy with shooting Nomads, repairing the station or trying to survive the daily Junker life, we are still bringing you the finest premium scrap from the Libertonian fields and of course, smuggling your artifacts directly onto Planet Manhatten. I think you can call us one of this advanced Junker Groups, always depends on your own definition.
Back to the topic, we are always searching for people who are willing to pay us some cash if we do some work for them, and since your shipyard is paying a high Price for the premium scrap, why shouldn't ask you, right? So, what can the Junkers do for you, are you in need of scrap, food or even water, give me a bump and I will see what I can do for you.
Carrier ID: Pepe "El Comisario" Ladron | Carrier: Phil Dellenton | Description: Junker business
Junker business
Hola, senor Dellenton. *seats closer to his comm*
I'll whisper, as it seems walls have ears all around The Brotherhood personnel. I still can't explain how Omega revolutionaries are always a step ahead whatever we do. We are pretty stuck down there skirmishing them in Omega-47 and shipbuilding materials are under constant shortage. War there costs more than we expected and every Artifact sales is golden, senor. And even more if you are selling contrabands right in the center of the "Free World". Ole grande for that! *jumps in his chair, making a small Cadiz-quake*
Don't tell someone I told you this por favor, but Premium Scrap we need more than food right now. I know many Cretans are starving, but what's new about that? I hope incoming battle will be over fast and we can move forward to retake our chili sausage factories. Only that will solve our feminine issues long term. Then we will talk about more nice business.
Also, may I keep your contact on my speedial, in case we need some black market stuff urgently?
*with deep conspiracy expression on his face, he pressed off button with his hairy macho hand. Button cracked secretly, falled on the floor and rolled to some dark corner where even that moustached cleaning lady couldn't find it*
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