Vorandril appears in the communication screen sitting on the bridge of the Mantarok in a business casual kind of deal; Decent slacks, button down shirt, a jacket, and some garsh-darned spiffy shoes. His expression is friendly, though he's not smiling, "Generalismo Presidente, It's been a while since we last spoke. I do apologize if I'm interupting but I felt it would be prudent to speak with you instead of one of the other elders. Some time ago I requested docking rights to Planet Crete for myself and my subordinant. I also requested permission on behalf of the group 'Pheonix'."
The captain shakes his head slowly, "I confronted the leadership of Pheonix in regards to your claims, and calling them out on their terrible treatment of who should be their allies. For this I was expelled from Pheonix. Rather, I was expelled just as much as I quit their ranks. I am for now doing what I can to keep tabs on their activities to prevent possible and un-needed bloodshed. That being said-"
Vorandril's face contorted slightly, the corners of his lips curling almost harshly and his sharp brows came together, almost giving the impression of "The Grinch" as he continued in quieter tones. His voice was still quite friendly to El Presidente but there was indeed that undertone of brutal, vicious sincerity, "I continue to request docking rights to planet Crete for my vessel and those working for me. The GW2-Mantarok and the GW4-Eradicahn. In exchange for this privelege and honor, I have a counter offer to what you proposed before. For permission to fly within Corsair space I will not only recommence my food distribution to planet Crete, but I will give you information regarding the location of targets your strike groups may find quite tempting should justification arise. If you find yourself interested in this offer I humbly request that you contact me on a private frequency or through the S.K.Y.P.E. protocols."
Vorandril's expression softened as he bowed his head to El Presidente, "May good fortune follow you and may your guns stay true. Buenas noches."
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Fighting to your last breath is a benchmark, not a goal.
A most curious case.
If bringing food is not your main reason to request docking rights on Crete,
it must be buying artifacts si?
There is nothing more for you to see in the heartland of our empire.
If you think my people are a tourist attraction you are wrong.
We are not monkeys at the zoo ,
I suggest you'd take a look at planet Primus for that sort of thing!!
Or is there another reason you wish to visit Crete?
Clarify your intentions!
+Elder Juanez ''el Presidente" Buonocore.+
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with honour dignity and pride.
The Corsair Brotherhood
Recommencing my food deliveries is the reason for requesting docking rights on planet Crete.
The rest? Building good faith between myself and the Corsair Empire. If I'm to make my living as an explorer and trader within the Omicrons then it would be prudent to at least be on polite terms with your people. And the information I can offer would be valuable should you find the need to act on it.
I am sending you a message with the nature of this information so that you can make a more informed decision.
I look forward to your next reply.
Fighting to your last breath is a benchmark, not a goal.