-Incomming Transmission...Location: Tau-23...Tracing...Trace failed. Routing to Secondary Servers.
Comm-Link active-
A man sitting at a desk could be seen, the room was dim, leaving a silhouette of the man behind a desk, not many features could be seen but they could tell the speaker was definately male, strong-looking hands clasped on the desk infront of him as his shadow'd face seemed to gaze into the very hearts of the men he is about to speak to.
His right hand unclasps and reaches inside what appears to be a buisness suit's jacket he was wearing, pulling out a long thin cigar, lighting one end he takes a breath from it and leans forward slightly.
"Privateers of Queen Carnia, for some time we of the Sirius Cartel have noted your ships passing through Tau-23 to go cause trouble for the Kusarians, we are no friends of the Kusari as they have on several attempts attempted to destroy our organization..." A smirk could now be seen on the man's face as the lumination rose slightly, they could now see his blonde hair and a pair of glasses over his yellow-tinted eyes which were once blue long ago.
"We have no qualms about you attacking Kusari shipping and Kusari imperialist forces who plague our own forces while we tangle with Colonial Remnant vessels who seek to destroy our way of life...Thus i propose this, a temporary Alliance against Colonial and Kusari Forces for however long it serves the purposes of both organizations." he spoke in a calm manner as he leaned back, slightly in his chair. "You may respond when you please, afterall neither of us have reason to trust one another, however our common enemies still exist and thus are a threat to us both...Have a good evening Privateers." he spoke as the transmission cut off.