*A woman in a black Kimono sits in a high-backed silver seat. As the camera slowly redefines, strengthening the signal, she becomes visable as not human at all, being covered in light pink fur, and her tail being flicking behind her. She clasps her hands in her lap.*
Well, to the Bretonian authority, if this makes it, i hope you reply soon...
Some of you may know me, and some may not.
If you have not, then let it be known now. I am Vixen.
This is a request to bring my 'flagship', the Meeya-Wildcat, into Bretonian space for repairs, reloading, and necessaries...
The ship is an Ahoudori, a Kusarian explorer gunboat, and obviously, of Kusarian make. I am currently idling round planet Harris, waiting for conformation.
I have been told that Kusarian ships are not welcome in bretonia, but this ship was the only subject available.
I will tell you, i don't plan to shoot anyone in Bretonian space, or around it...i don't think i ever will, either. The craft is armed, but only in defence of a few specific factions...Xenos and Red hessians at most...
Ah, i'm dithering again...wine...ah well, i'll add more details on request...
::System, cut communication, and notify for replies::
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Incoming Transmission
Comm ID: Dominic Windram Norrington
You were told correctly, no Kusari vessels enter Bretonia space. We will not be bending that decision, especially for a genetic abomination such as yourself.
And, with Planet Harris being sovereign Bretonian territory, I'm going to have to have you leave the area within the minefield circling it as well.
"Well, this 'genetic abomination' can thank your government for its creation. You bretonians made me, and so, any 'abomination' is a fault of yours..."
She sighed...
"I was hoping otherwise. Ah well...I respect your decision, and do not judge you by it. But be assured, the ship is no longer Kusarian, it is of kusarian make, but i hold no love nor affection to them...and nor to you, now...careless insults ill become you..."
And then she sat back, looking as if she was amused at something nobody else could see.
"Well, i'll find you some time, see if i can convince you otherwise...and i am sorry, but there are some systems that necessity dictates i will need enter. Dublin, for one, is required, it is the only passage to the Zoners on Gran Canaria, unless i choose to fly through the Sigmas, Taus, Omegas, And possibly omicrons."
A single light flashed on her headband...
"Ah well, time to go...and assure me, i am less of an abomination than humanity, sir, you who fight among yourselves for the sake of mere space. Bretonia has been admirable, and i hope that no ill will shall be had in the future...as unlikely as that is now..."
She says the last part in a harsh tone...
"Farewell..."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
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