It seems last night I was a bit drunk, the bottle of tequila was empty and with relations what they are, it's damned hard to get a good make of it these days. So anyway, there I was, not paying attention and trying to get the last drop out of the bottle, when my ship goes bump.
Bump?
Yes bump. Seems someone stuck a base out in the middle of open space without so much as a warning sighn of construction ahead. Well, that base be yours hermanos. I could say that I'm contacting you por mi madre was a Corsair and I still have links to old family ties. I *could* say that, but I'd be lying. Cousin Jorge hasn't tried to kill me in a while, and neither has cousin Genevieve, but bad blood is bad blood, and of course, business is business.
So, to the point, while looking over my ship for damages, one of your suppliers showed up. He was a wee bit surprised and little put off to find a Reaver sitting outside your base in the middle of nowhere. After a talk, he said you gents would be paying me 40 million per day to keep quiet on the location and nature of your little slice of Bretonia.
Now, I realize that our normal relations are for us to try and kill each other. You hate us and we don't really care, it's business. Now, I could keep quiet on this and pick off any strays occasionally to feed the bounty quota, or you guys can pay up and I won't say a word about what I found tonight. Now, considering I don't expect your suppliers to keep from being traced to your location for more than a few days, I'll take a lump sum payment to keep quiet on this base permanently. Say tthe sum of 150,000,000 credits.
I know what you're thinking. That's a lot of cash. However, think about it this way. I *could* tell all the Reavers, the Mollys, the Hessians and the SCRA about your base. Hell, it might be fun to tell the Brets too. They show up and I could make credits by killing them too. However, I have a feeling that a bunch of scyllias, jorms, and coalition cruisers could really ruin your day in regards to the station and make the suppliers more than a little bit upset when their escape pods start showing up at the nearest Freeport.
Think about it. You have less than 24 hours to provide proof of payment, or the whole of Sirius knows about your base and its location.
***Incoming Transmission***
ID: Elder Tony Berlucci
CC: Reaver demand
Hola gringo.
How are you today?
Not that i care,
Tell me Reaver dog, what makes you think that base will fall so easily? Our empires proud and skillfull engineers and scientist have ensured me that even a small fleet of the tincans bretonians call battleships wont even leave a dent.
Although you reavers are nothing but scoundrel, you still have a sense of business. So lets talk business.
You want 150 millions, with that kind of money i could feed millions of corsairs for many months. So, lets be more reasonable, shall we?
You said we dont like you, and your right, but im a mercyful and tolerant man, how else do you think i built my brothel empire? So heres my offer; The Corsair empire offer you 50 million credits for your silence, in addition we will also reserve 4 rooms for the Reaver company to use ss they please, I will also personally offer the Reaver company a little extra. The Reaver company may order services from my brothel and escort service at ko charge. HOWEVER if you take this offer you will be subject to Corsair law while your at the station and any criminal acts such as, but not limited to, theft, blackmail, extortion, violence, attempt of murder or manslaughter will be punished.
The empire will see to that your ships are fit to fight the bretonian crown.
Well, I must admit I did not expect to hear from you this soon. The sum of 50 millones is a good round figure, but I'd prefer something somewhat rounder. Say 100 million. I'll knock off 50 mil because I don't think your smugglers are very good at smuggling. As for the rooms, you had me until you mentioned Corsair Law. That kinda turned the vision from plush suites with fully stocked bars into visions of the dank steel underbelly and heavy chains. I might could get into that now and then with the right guy, but somehow I don't think I'd be enjoying myself much there.
So, 100 million credits and my data files get deleted and you can remain unnnoticed until you're ready to announce yourselves. As for withstanding a seige, don't be so sure you'd make it through. I've seen many stations go pop lately and I think you'd rather weasle through this instead of go popping and supplying the Junkers with scrap.
I await your reply and my bank account is listed below.
Un millon de gracias senores...or rather 150 millon de gracias.
Payment confirmed. The files and space positioning system records are being wiped as I transmit this message.
See you in the the battlefield sometime. Remember tho hermanos, it's business, nothing personal. I'll throw some of this into an account at the bar on Freeport One. You get a few cases of good tequila in, just tell the bartender it's for Orchid's account and you'll get fair price.