A man walks up. He has a weary look on his face. Though he cant be much older than 35, he looks much older.
"Hello Senors. It's been a good bit of time since the MBP was formed...well, maybe not so long. Either way, I come with a request."
He leans back, looking straight at the screen.
"At our formation, Dennis Jameson offered us a bay on Cali. I couldnt have asked for something more generous. In fact, I think that was one of the simple things that let us survive."
He sighs
"However, it's just not safe anymore. Our patrols are't substantial enough to get past the Colonial blockades that regularly show up. In fact, my second in command nearly got her ship ripped in half a few days ago. I cant risk the lives of my friends like that every single day."
"And so, Im asking for a new bay, elsewhere. On Lentini, if it could be done. I know it's alot to ask, but we cant be effective, or secure for that matter, with what is practically a wall of ships stopping every other move we make."
"Lentini, or really, anywhere in Eta, would give us a fortified place to start patrols, and would give us access to a large part of our route with little trouble. To be clear, Im by no means asking for ownership of the base. Just some sort of landing bay where we could maintain our ships."
He turns around, shoots a bit of cardi, adn turns back.