ENCRYPTION: MEDIUM
SENDER: Casini Chrisostomo
RECEIVER: Any Junkers Who Manage Ship Rentals
ORIGIN: Planet Hamburg; Hamburg System; Rheinland Space
DATE/TIME: Thursday, 07 April, 818 A.S.
SUBJECT: Inconsistencies with Combat Service Freighter Rental Transaction
The monitor opens up to a well-lighted background, showing a big enough cabin room with a flower-embroidered couch and several other equally-decorated armless-chairs circling around a medium-sized, pure-white plasteel table, while behind the furniture one could see a fairly-large window on the wood-wallpapered walls, the outside with its towering skyscrapers being slowly engulfed by the snowy afternoon.
Sitting in the middle of the couch was a female pilot of black hair, green eyes, and of tall stature, wearing black jeans and a thick, leather overcoat, her arms outstretched all over the backrest behind her. She looked like she was leaning comfortably on the couch, but as she breathes out white fog comes out of her mouth, before she shivers a bit to herself, [color=#000000]"Brrr... This planet is as cold as my ship's coolant system when it's trying to work overtime for no intended reason.
"... Speaking of which," She gives a polite smile to the video-recording, [color=#000000]"my name is Casini Chrisostomo, an ex-Corsair as most people would call me due to past circumstances which were out of my control and which are of no importance for the time being, si?
"The reason why I've contacted you señors is because we had managed to rent a Combat Service Freighter from the Kreuzberg Ship Dealer, only to have found out later that such ships weren't open for ordinary Freelancer usage... The hard way..."
She retracts her arms and clasps her hands together, putting the fist down on the table with a thud, her face and tone of voice becoming formal as she continued on, "Now, we--- that is, me and my compadre who isn't present at the moment, do not wish to instigate any negative views from you señors, for we have a lot of enemies as it is. Needless to say, we wish to compensate you Junkers for the unintended unauthorized usage of your prized vessel.
"During the time we were in the possession of the Kirkovich, we managed to net a total of 30-Million SC from mercenary work, trading and smuggling within Rheinland Territory. Our employers have mostly been either the Red Hessians, or the Junkers themselves. Suffice to say, the Kirkovich has served us well for the past few months, and we have not run into any technical problems nor any major incidents that would compromise the integrity of this vessel, so it's more or less still in mint condition as of now.
"We used up 10-Million SC for our own personal affairs, so we still have more or less 20-Million SC in surplus from using the Kirkovich. At the very least, if it would help ease the venial sin we have committed upon you amigos we would gladly offer the surplus credits directly to the Junker cause..."
Then she leans back on the couch and relaxes, her clasped hands now separated and placed neatly on her lap, "... Also, as we've said the Kirkovich has served us well... We would be... disappointed if we had to give her up before our required deeds in Rheinland were to be accomplished. If it comes to that, at least offer us an alternative dealer and vessel for compensation in order for us to continue on with our mission, si?
"We hope that you señors don't come off as being unreasonable? We only wish to go on our way, and we never intended for this to happen. We hope that both parties can reach a positive solution?"
She takes a short nod of her head as a sign of a bow, "... Muchas gracias, Junkers. Thank you for giving your time for this transmission."
ENCRYPTION: MEDIUM
SENDER: Casini Chrisostomo
RECEIVER: Arbiter Jack Crow
ORIGIN: Planet Hamburg; Hamburg System; Rheinland Space
DATE/TIME: Friday, 08 April, 818 A.S.
SUBJECT: Proof of Transfer of Payment for Proper Authorization
The monitor opens up to the same background as was before, but this time the female Corsair was holding a glass of water on her right hand, with a polite smile running across her soft face, [color=#000000]"Muchas gracias, Mr. Crow, for having timely responded to our transmission." She gives gives a long nod for a bow before continuing, [color=#000000]"The credits have been transferred to the appropriate account, and as proof of the deed we've attached a picture showing the transaction to .:j:.Bank."
She motions the glass towards her mouth, but as she begins to drink it the water refused to budge. Tilting the glass upside-down to the side, she quickly found out it had just frozen solid before her. The woman rolls her eyes in disgust, "... We need to get out of here... I'm starting to really HATE this planet."
ENCRYPTION: MEDIUM
SENDER: Casini Chrisostomo
RECEIVER: Arbiter Jack Crow
ORIGIN: Planet Hamburg; Hamburg System; Rheinland Space
DATE/TIME: Friday, 08 April, 818 A.S.
SUBJECT: Identification of Main Pilot for Proper Authorization
The monitor opens up to the same background, but this time the drapes were closed on the window, the artificial lighting's reflections giving a more distinct whitish-glow on the surroundings. The female Corsair was once again seated at the couch, but she seemed busy with another conversation to another person towards a datapad she was holding on her left hand, [color=#000000]"... Not now, compadre. You're interrupting me in making the reply."
The voice of a monotonous, emotionless man replied from the datapad's audio, [color=#66FFFF]"Is that so? Just relaying that I finally got to convince the management to send a fixer to repair the broken heater in our cabin."
"Oh? That's good news! Just... tell me more about it later, Señor Tigre... Out." She presses a button on the metallic pad, turning it off. Then she puts the pad down to her side, and she heaves out a large, white cloud of steam, "... Lo siento, Mr. Crow. You can see that our stay here in Hamburg is far from being... comfortable.
"But I don't think you're here for my rantings. Technically, I'll be the main pilot of the Kirkovich. I and my compadre, though, will be working via opposite 12-hour shifts in the case of long-distance travel.
"Our respective names' are Casini Peneleaus dela Chrisostomo, whilst my compadre's is Leonardo dela Tigre.
"... but if you're referring to transponder-signals, our callsign is simply the Kirkovich.
"We hope that this'll finally wrap everything up, si?"