Comm ID: Elder Werss Location: Planet Crete To: Señor Reed Salazar's or Reed Salazar's friend or... huh!
Dios mío, qué es esto...?
'ola there, can you or your frend... hear me?!?
Well... ahhh young Liberty Navy pilot, ehhhh. Junkie - sniffer and after all that, you've become a some kind of avenger. Eh young pilots and drugs! Whats wrong with the Liberty? (Werss mumbles to himself)
You there pilot? Well, do you know where you have sent a transmission? I bet you have no clue?! [censored] we don't need... Liberty Navy pilots and even less we need a little junkies and avengers. [censored] We are warriors of the Corsair nation. We are Corsairs, we are bloody... Corsairs, we are... *cough* *cough*... in the... *cough* 'sair space... *cough* you know. (damn cigars)
Sorry for your loss, pilot.
Ye Hessians, sometimes they tend to be awkward, nasty... etc. Kill them all, trust me, you'll do great favor to Sirius.
Go back to the Liberty space young one or find the Outcast [censored] cardamine sniffers, i bet they have some goooood stuff for you. This is the wrong place for a young delusional - foreign pilots. Adios!