Afternoon, gentlem'n. My name's Weston Tate, and I'm hoping to talk to you about that nice ship a' yours you call the Werewolf. Simply put, I'd like to buy one, but I know how dearly folks hang on to their machines these days. No longer can an honest man like m'self just walk up to a ship dealer on any old base and say, "I'd like that one, please." Now we gotta go beyond the dealer, straight to the manufacturers. And I understand, believe me, I understand the value of secrecy in this day an' age. It's right what you lot are doing.
Now, you may wonder what a man like m'self could want with such a ship. Well, I'm into the cargo business. Some of it legal, most of it not. I'm a "smuggler", of sorts, just not the "traditional" kind. I'm not like the others, not one of the embargo-breaking, cardimine-hauling, transport-flying stuck-ups like most of the folks calling themselves smugglers. I'm more of a subtle kind of guy. My cargo tends to be a bit... smaller. I work on a case-by-case basis, and that don't usually require a guy to carry near five-thousand crates a' contraband all at once.
Your ship, this Werewolf, looks to be just what I need. Slim profile, small enough to sneak past the cops and whatnot, while still sporting a cargo bay large enough for my purposes. In any case, it's better than the piece a' Kusari-crap "Renzu" heap I got. Now, I'm willing to pay you folks a hefty sum of money to land on one a' your bases and buy this thing. I'd also be much obliged if I could get one a' them nice little Trefoil turrets thrown into the deal, but that's up to you, I suppose.
Name your price, and get back to me here, at your earliest convenience.