NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: So I got bored and decided to give this nation concept a shot. No gigantic fleet responses or unnecessary hostility please!

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IC: A shockwave of energy and radiation of various types rippled outwards as Eos squeezed through the spatial rift it had created for itself, pulling a small collection of ships and other objects along with it. Its inhabitants knew roughly where they were, but not exactly; they knew only that there were lots of inhabited systems in the stellar neighborhood, judging by the babble of radio wave chatter that their sensors began picking up as soon as they had fully re-emerged, and lots of inhabited systems meant lots of potential business.

Eos itself was a moon, or had been. In centuries past it had been seeded by some long-forgotten civilization with von Neumann machines and then abandoned; lacking any other direction, the self-replicating nanomachines had gone about their work harvesting the moon's material and converting it into more of themselves, until all that was left was a moon-shaped hulk made of untold trillions of interlocked nanites. A group of human star travelers came upon the object and settled on it, soon discovering its unique makeup and qualities, and over many generations since then converted it into a mobile home-ship of sorts. They had begun their galactic odyssey then, choosing a life of wandering the vast tracts of space and doing what they had to to get by and keep moving, calling themselves the Aletes, or Wanderers in their adopted tongue.

Several million people of several species made Eos their home now, living in structures on the surface or in deep tunnel complexes that honeycombed the former moon. Their studies of the nanite material of their home had given them great insight into nanotechnology and nanite manipulation, although a general lack of resources usually limited their progress into greater applications. Nevertheless, the Aletes were resourceful above all else, and turned their collective knowledge towards making Eos a fully sustainable habitat, as well as making goods that could be sold or traded wherever they traveled. In addition to Eos, they controlled a modest fleet of thirty-nine battlecruiser- and destroyer-sized vessels and about 90 small frigates and picket ships, and made the majority of their living hiring their muscle out as mercenaries to the highest bidder. No matter the job, no matter how questionable the morality, the Aletes strove to bolster their reputation and get paid. Of course, if the situation could be manipulated to be even more lucrative, that was all the better.

The Aletes didn’t bother sending out any transmissions of their own, for between the hole in space they had just drilled and closed and the wake of ionized particles and hard radiation streaming off of Eos’ protective electromagnetic screen, they knew that they would light up the sector like a torch. Curious parties would come to investigate their appearance - after a good few months of course, when their signatures had had time to cross the vast depths of space to be picked up by intelligent cultures. In the meantime, they picked an active system at random and set Eos lumbering towards it, gradually accelerating towards as high a fraction of c as it could.

The carrier Far-Kal emerged from its latest FTL jump, the hyperspace terminus closing behind it, its consignment of frigates, scout fighters and research ship emerged from the underside openings of the hanger bay. The research ship assumed its usual position behind and to the left of the carrier while the half dozen frigates assumed guard positions in front, two sported a single long range ion cannon, whilst the other four were equipped with four heavy kinetic guns; 3 Squadrons of scout fighters then began guarding the research ship, carrier and frigates.

They had been in deep space for the last seven weeks, surveying all known systems within twelve light years of Hiigarra, compiling maps and data on all systems they found, countless other teams had been sent out in different directions, it was an enormous undertaking but they had to know what was around them.

Scanning around them, several systems were detected within nine days sub-light travel, they set course for the nearest one and set off, travel time was2.2 days. Long range scanners began probing the system ahead, abosrbing incoming information, resolution was poor but it was determined that there were 6 planets, two of which were gas giants, of the other four rocky planets three were inhabited and all had moons.

One was anomalous, a moon was orbiting particularly close to one of the inhabited planets, and extremely metallic. A series of unmanned probes launched from the carrier and sped off, aiming for each of the inhabited planets, sensors on maximum resolution. ETA for the probes was just 0.4 days as they could accelerate at much higher velocities than manned vehicles, meanwhile the information they sent back to the carrier was compiled and catalogued before being sent to the research ship to add to the growing map they were compiling. Eventually each team would send the completed section of map to Hiigarra where they would be combined to give a full circular map with a 24 light year diameter with the Homeworld at its centre.

The Far-Kal continued on, analysing stray chatter, attempting to determine the language, syntax, pronounciation, word speed, length everything was examined, communication was vital and they wanted to get it right.

Sensors monitoring Eos would pick up no less than four distinct languages and a fifth that seemed to be a general amalgam of the four. Eos wasn't exactly hard to detect, with energy and radio signatures streaming off of it on all sorts of wavelengths, not to mention the additional signatures of the fleet that accompanied it.

"Well, Cuthalion, what's the word?" boomed Commander-Captain Rhadamanth Archaios, the leader of Eos' mercenary fleet and captain of the battlecruiser Undefinable Principles. He was a big man coming to the end of his middle age, straight-backed and bedecked with weapons as he thought befit a mercenary commander. Cuthalion, captain of the Collateral Damage, was his ostensible second-in-command, though technically no higher in rank than any of the thirty-seven other Aletian captains.

"We have received no contact or hailing of any kind from anyone in-system, sir," Cuthalion replied in his clipped and precise tones. The captain was of middle height and much slighter build than Rhadamanth, with long platinum blond hair woven into a waist-length braid and only a few less weapons than his commander buckled to his person. His ears, six inches long and pointed with a dusting of down on the tips, twitched as he continued. "There are, however, a number of unmanned drones that have entered the system from these vectors," he handed the Commander-Captain a datapad, "that have begun actively scanning us and a number of worlds in the system." The Eldren paused to wait for Rhadamanth's reaction.

"Bully!" the Commander-Captain exclaimed heartily. "Beam some kind of greeting at them, and we'll see if we can get a bite on the other end!"

The news quickly spread throughout Eos proper, as the Undefinable Principles and a number of her sister ships sprayed radio transmissions at the drones.

((OOC: So I'm making it just a general greeting instead of writing it out because it's late and I can't think of what a mercenary nation might say exactly, but yeah.

Anyone is free to pick up as the owners of the system Eos has drifted into, otherwise I'm just gonna say that they're all pre-space flight civilizations and move into the next system.))

*bump*

OC: mind If I being someone for your leadership to meet?

OCC: im interested in meeting your race as well, maybe a meeting aboard a starbase or ship

((OOC: Everyone's welcome. The Aletes are interested in getting the word out that they're here if nothing else, so they can start attracting what contracts there are to be had.))

A lone destroyer (http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/?action=view&current=TopKotorClassDestroyerMkII.jpg)entered the system and began a routine patrol of the sector. Since the terrorist organization AG4 had been rumored to be in the area, the ship decided to follow the lead. Along the side, TDD-1, can be seen. "Captain. We are detecting multiple signals, one of the crew said. Intercepting one now. It doesn't seem to be AG4 signals. Its something else."

"I see, what is it?"

"A greeting of some kind."

"Hmm. Commander Mardukas."

"Aye ma'am!" he said.

"Set course for 2-3-0. Heading will be the origin of this message." she said.

"Aye ma'am. Set course for 2-3-0."

"Aye, setting course at 2-3-0."

The ship came within range of broadcasting a message to the beings that sent them the message. "Open broadcast channels."

"Aye, ma'am."

This is Captain Teletha Testarossa (http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/?action=view&current=JT.jpg) of the Tuatha De Danaan, we accept your greeting and would like to discuss future operations with each other. We are currently hunting down a terrorist organization by the name of AG4.

The voice of Ted, the Undefinable Principles' communications/navigation officer, came crackling over the intercom. "Commander-Captain, we have a bite, but it's not coming from those drones."

"Hot damn!" Rhadamanth said, pleased. "I'll be right down to the nest. Come on Cuthalion, let's see what Teddy's got for us."

The "nest," as Rhadamanth called it, was a small room below the bridge where all the feeds from the Undefinable Principles' sensors came together. Ensconced in a creche surrounded by wires and monitors was Ted, a small round fleshy creature the other races on Eos called a Zap. Zaps "saw" with electromagnetic radiation and "spoke" in electrical pulses; they used small devices worn around the wrists of their thin little arms that translated their pulses into audible speech. Some Zap words, of course, like their names for their species, their own individual names and the name of their homeworld had no equivalent in English, and came out of the translators as meaningless noise; thus "Ted" was just a nickname the Zap had chosen that his auditory compatriots could understand.

"It seems we have an offer for a contract already," the little Zap said. "This destroyer here," a monitor extended closer on a thin arm, showing a readout of the system with the Tuatha vessel highlighted, "jumped in-system about ten minutes ago. Their transmission reached us just now." The little bristly beach ball of a creature pulsed a command at an instrument, which obligingly played back Testarossa's message.

"Superlative work, Ted," Rhadamanth said. "Raise them back and tell 'em we're interested. Route the video feed up to the bridge so I can talk to this Miss Testarossa in person."

"Will do, sir," Ted replied.

"It is not often that we get an offer so abruptly after entering a system, sir," Cuthalion commented as he and Rhadamanth returned to the bridge. "It strikes me as significant that neither the drone people nor these 'Tuatha de Danaan' seem to be the owners of this system, either."

Rhadamanth shrugged. "If this ain't their system, so what? If we follow 'em back to someplace they do own, we're that much more likely to get a fleet sprung on us." The pair reached the bridge, as everyone else on duty there hurriedly became conspicuously busy again. "I much prefer negotiating business on neutral turf."

Cuthalion nodded his reluctant concession of the point, but the Eldren always scrutinized clients. His borderline paranoia could seem excessive at times, but no one could deny that it had gotten the Aletian mercenaries out of some real tight spots in the past.

"We have radio contact, sir," Ted's translated voice came rather tinnily over the intercom. "Bringing visual up on the bridge in a moment."

"Gotcha," Rhadamanth replied, straightening his jacket and adjusting a few of his many weapons as the visual screen folded down from the bridge's ceiling. "Alright, let's talk terrorists."

"It appears that there are three, possibly four distinct languages Sir. There may be a fifth but if there is one then it is difficult to filter out, it looks like an amalgamation of the others."

"Hmm, concentrate on the general language, we'll work on specialising later."

"Sir."

Captain Horan stood behind the seated sensors officer, examining for himself the streams of data coming in from the probes, a message was currently scrolling across the screens, the computers making as much sense of the new language as they could.

"Looks basically like a name, rank and serial number, or eqivalent of. Species name, who they represent etc. Send a message back: This is the Hiigarran Carrier Far-Kal, I am Captain Horan of Kith Nabaal, we are exploring nearby space and do not wish conflict, what are your intentions?."

The sensors officer duitifully recorded the message and sent it to the drones to be broadcast on a wide range spectrum, suddenly a new ping appeared on the screen, indicating another mass.

"Detecting unkown vessel emerging from Hyperspace Captain, it appears to be alone, chassis size indicates super-heavy class ship."

"Maintain course for the planet, but keep us well back from the largest vessel, it dwarfs even the Mothership. Dispatch an additional probe to the new vessel and send the previous message, also see if you can get started on language breaking. And lets get started on mapping this place, begin the alpha wave of drones."

Whilst a single drone was dispatched on an intercept course with the new vessel, eight more were launched from the carrier and set off, one going to each point of the compass, analysing temperature, radiation, gravity, building up a complex map of the immediate area.

The Hiigarran message was collected by Ted and thousands of other Zaps on Eos and her surrounding fleet, who could see the radio wave pulses even through the hulls of their ships and homes. Rhadamanth was already busy negotiating with the Tuatha de Danaan captain, and Ted knew that he wouldn't appreciate being interrupted in a business talk just to hear that they had gotten a reply from the drone people. The little Zap ran it through a few analysis programs, dissecting the transmission into its various data types. The frequency and timbre of the message's largely auditory content indicated that the Hiigarrans were human, but the language itself meant nothing to Ted, so he reckoned that he'd better have it translated by the time the Commander-Captain came asking about it.

It took the AI collectives that resided in Eos' very nanite matrix less than a minute to parse the transmission and generate a dictionary of the known words and a number of additional likely words and phrases that the supercomputing entities had extrapolated. The results were squirted back to Ted, who forwarded them to Captain Rhodian Athanatos of the Preemptive Counterattack to deal with while Rhadamanth was still in negotiations.

The Eldren captain responded with the following message:

We are the mercenary Aletes, and we are moving through this system in search of new clients to contract with. If you are interested in hiring us for something, you can wait until the Commander-Captain is finished negotiating with our current prospective client, after which he will be all ears.

"Our ship the Tuatha De Danaan is on mission to find a terrorist organization by the name of AG4. We had a lead that we decided we check out on, maybe hiding on the planet's surface here."

She pushed a button to reveal a split screen of the information, "So far they have made serious hit-and-run attacks on Ganoxian shipping nearby, any information regarding their actions or movements will be most beneficial in resolving this."

"Captain! We have movement on the planet's surface."

"Excuse me," the transmission ended.

"Bring a course at 0-1-9. Begin planet descent."

"Aye ma'am. Begin planet descent."

"Arm Slave pilots to their stations. On my order, begin the jump."

"Aye ma'am."

The destroyer entered the planet and began to settle in the clouds. The hangars began to open to reveal the Arm Slaves ready for the jump. "Jump."

"Aye ma'am. Arm Slaves are a go for jump."

Soon ten Arm Slaves (http://www.full-metal-panic.com/images/recon/mecha/gernsback/gernsback01.jpg)began pouring out on both sides of the ship. The bodies rushing through the air while suddenly enacting their parachutes. A HAHO jump. AG4 terrorists didn't know what hit them when suddenly 40mm rounds started hitting their combat vehicles. Fighters were being destroyed left and right, only a few actually saw what was hitting them. The fourteen meter tall mechs floated down towards their targets, as soon as they landed they began to fan out and secure the area. Destroying hostiles from all directions. "This is Urzu 7, area has been secured. No sign of terrorist leader."

"Copy that Urzu 7, Urzu 6?"

"Na I don't see them."

"Warning enemy Arm Slaves (http://www.full-metal-panic.com/images/recon/mecha/misc/savage01.jpg) are approaching from direction 92. Speed 150 kilometer per hour."

Urzu 7 quickly reacted to the mechs coming at him zigzagging between their fire he pulled his shotcannon directly beneath the head of one of the attackers. By the time they reacted he side rolled took out the other one. The third one suddenly exploded in a ball of fire. It was hit by Urzu 6 with his sniper cannon.

"Huh!" Rhadamanth said a little indignantly, folding his arms as the Ganoxan transmission suddenly cut off. The viewing screen switched to a sensor view of the sudden Ganoxan surface assault. "Clearly they've never hired mercenaries to do their dirty work for 'em," he said, turning to Cuthalion. "What do they even need us for, huh?" He gestured at the carnage on the long-range video feed.

"That is a point you might not want to bring up with them, sir," the Eldren replied with deadpan stoicism.

"It's bad manners is what it is," the Commander-Captain groused. "Did you notice how they didn't even give themselves time to name a price? Clearly they misunderstand our priorities here."

"Not all organizations are as professionally run as ours, sir. It could be that they have not contracted with professionals of our caliber before."

"Eh," Rhadamanth grunted, already distracted by the action on the vid screen. "Those mech suits are damn snazzy," he remarked, raising his eyebrows appreciatively. "I wouldn't mind having a company of those on hand, no sir."

"This is Urzu 2, the area has been secured but no sign of the AG4 leader, although we do have a trace of a whereabouts for another base. Somewhere around this planetary system." she said.

"Alright. All Arm Slave rendezvous at point 2."

"Copy. Point 2."

"Mardukas bring the ship about and hover over point 2.Approximately 30 meters."

"Aye ma'am."

The ship approached point two and the Arm Slaves jumped the 30 meters onto the destroyer and began the storage processes. Sargent Sagara climbed out of his specially designed M9 codenamed Arbalest (http://www.full-metal-panic.com/images/recon/mecha/arbalest/arbalest01.jpg),
signed a few mission statements and checks and went to the lounge to do his homework.

The ship finally came back up to orbit, "Oh I almost forgot." Teletha said."

"Begin hailing the previous vessel again."

"Aye ma'am," a tech said.

"Excuse me for the slight interruption, as we have said before we are hunting down a terrorist organization by the name of AG4. If you could give us information about their whereabouts or somehow capture any members in any circumstance our organization Mithril will pay for them. So in other words we wish to employ your services." she said smiling at the end.

OOC: To those of you who don't watch Full Metal Panic! Teletha is 16. Also to tell the truth I just wanted to intro this merc organization to. They're not Ganoxian, thats just a client for them.

Rhadamanth shook his head. "For a mercenary organization you seem to have little grasp of how we do things. I'm a little miffed at being cut off in the middle of a business deal, but you're a young 'un so I'll cut ya some slack and tell you how its done. First of all: name the services you wish rendered, which you have done; you want us to obtain information on the whereabouts of the terrorist organization AG4 by any means necessary. Second: name the exact price you intend pay for said services, and we will haggle. Upon agreement of the contract you will hand over 50% immediately as a down payment, and then you will step out of our way so my boys can get to blowing shit up." He grinned at these last words.

"So, let's hear your first offer. We generally don't accept currency, as there are too many different ones out there and exchange rates are too much to deal with, but we accept shiny toys and other materiél. Oh, and we expect to be fully compensated for resources expended on this mission of yours as well." His grin grew a little wider. Several crew members whooped at the mention of shiny toys, and even Cuthalion cracked a smile.

"I see. Thank you for the lecture," she said being sarcastic or not it was impossible to tell, "but as I said before I excused myself from such dealings and executed an attack on the terrorist base. Any hesitation and they would have surely escaped attack and perform heinous crimes elsewhere. As for the price we are offering one hundred thousand credits, wait something shiny is it? Shall gold suffice? Anyways, for regular members of the AG4, and five hundred thousand credits for AG4 leaders."

"Like I said, we prefer not to deal in currency, and gold has almost no technological value to us. We prefer to deal in items that have more... practical applications." Rhadamanth scratched at his short beard as he thought for a second. "But ya know, I was watching those powered suits you guys got in the little firefight down there, and I have to say I'm real impressed. You throw in one of those for every grunt and three for every brass we collar for ya, plus reimbursement for the ammunition and fuel we spend chasing these guys around, and we might have a deal. A down payment of perhaps a half dozen with all the equipment needed to operate each would suit me fine, no pun intended."

"We cannot give out our M9s for just some terrorists. However, we can arrange for some Savages to be traded with." She forwarded the information (http://z15.invisionfree.com/Ganoxa/index.php?showtopic=6&view=findpost&p=140947) to the mercenary group.

"Although the Savage is outmaneuvered and outpowered by the M9s. They are still a dangerous weapon if in the hands of a skilled pilot. The agreement will be the same although if you somehow capture the leader, then Mithril will compensate you with a squad of M9s. Will this be acceptable?"

Tessa knew that her superiors were going to lecture her on this one. Trading military equipment for the capture of mere terrorists was a major violation of policy, but with the ghost like abilities of this leader able to pop in and out of conflicts was making the search quite difficult. Oh well maybe we can gain a partner out of this.

Rhadamanth perused the data and nodded. "This is acceptable. My boys and I'll begin as soon as we have received the Savages. If you have them on board your ship, I'll send one of my vessels over to pick them up right away."

"We currently only have 10 onboard our ship. They shall be prepped and loaded with the necessary weapons you desire. Lt. Commander Kalinin (http://st.blog.cz/m/mechaanime.blog.cz/obrazky/12881532.jpg), prepare the hangar for visitors."

"Yes Madam Captain." he said.

"Hangar will be prepped for your arrival." she said to the Aletes.

"Roger that," Rhadamanth confirmed. "My man Cuthalion will be over to oversee the transfer." He cut the transmission. "If you would be so kind?" he said to his right-hand man.

"At once, sir," the Eldren nodded and left the bridge, his long braid swinging sinuously behind him. He returned by shuttle to his battlecruiser Collateral Damage, where he set about preparing a transport to carry the arm slaves from the Tuatha de Danaan to Eos. An old transport barge was found that fit the bill; the ugly brick of a ship had a cargo bay that would be more than sufficient to hold 10 Savages plus their assorted gear, and could still fit inside the TDD's hangar.

The transport blasted out of the Collateral Damage's main hangar, carrying Cuthalion and three dozen mercenary troopers to facilitate the transfer of cargo. Her pilot slid her deftly into the TDD, her vernier jets flickering as he maneuvered the clunker inside the tight space and set her down with a clang and a screech of landing gear on hangar floor. Cuthalion walked down the ramp as his troopers piled out behind him, advancing on the technicians who were prepping the arm slaves for transfer. The door of the transport shuddered and rumbled open, leaving ample space for the cargo to move inside.

"Which one of you is in charge?" Cuthalion asked the techs in his brisk and businesslike manner. His liquid pale green eyes flicked from the techs to the Savages and back again. "I think it would best for your pilots to move these machines into our transport, as we are not yet familiar with their operation. My grunts will move any other equipment that is required."

Conveyor belts moved the kneeling Arm Slaves into the assembly area ready for transport reducing its height too around 8 meters. Each got up and started to walk into the cargo barge. "I hope Tessa knows what she is doing." Sargent Kurz Weber said to Sargent Major Melissa Mao while she was looking on.

"All Arm Slaves are accounted for," Kalinin said,"if you want to check the manifest before lifting off." he gave them the clipboard.

Cuthalion reached out a slender hand and took the manifest, looking its contents over briefly before nodding in agreement. Behind him his men were lugging the last of the Savages' over-sized weapons and crates of ammunition and fuel into the barge's hold.

"Everything looks in order," he said, nodding his head briefly to Kalinin. "It has been a pleasure to do business with you." The Eldren's refined and businesslike manner was unnerving coming from a professional mercenary, but it was useful for overseeing transfers of materiél such as this. Excusing himself, he boarded the transport and returned to the Collateral Damage.

<All the suits and equipment are on board, Commander-Captain> he reported to Rhadamanth once he was on the bridge. <We're ready to begin>

<Aye> came Rhadamanth's reply. <I'll wrap things up here, and then we'll call a strategy meeting>

The Commander-Captain hailed the TDD one last time. "Everything is in order, Miss," he told Testarossa. "We'll get on the job once we've had a chance to review this data of yours."

"Very well. We will continue our sweep here and go on to our next lead. It was a pleasure doing business. Oh and you can call me Tessa." the transmission ended.

The ship turned towards the local asteroid systems, patrolling the area for any stragglers from the base. The AG4 had a reputation for their hit and run attacks in the asteroid fields. "Captain! Active scans have picked up several fighters in the vicinity!"

"Hm. They were waiting for us. Have they spotted us?"

"N--Yes ma'am. We have enemy contacts coming in at us. Looks like bombers."

Tessa took her ponytail and rubbed it on her nose. "Lt. Commander prepare for Arm Slave deployment."

"Yes ma'am, but are you certain?" Kalinin said.

"The Arm Slaves were made for amphibious and space operations,"

"Yes ma'am."

Arm Slaves were powered up again and stood up, all of them standing by the hangar. "Prepare to depart. We will send you the coordinates in your displays." Tessa said.

The hangars began to open as the ASes poured out of the hangar landing on the asteroids they were suppose to land on. "Arm Slaves are in position ma'am." Mardukas said.

"All ahead full, forward flak turrets open fire."

"Aye ma'am all ahead full. Forward Flak turrets firing."

The destroyers sped up to the oncoming bombers, the turrets flak exploding in their vicinity. A couple bombers were clipped and were sent flying into asteroids. The rest fired their torpedoes at the destroyer. "Pull up and back. Have rear turrets cover our reproach. Tell Urzu team to standby."

The destroyer nearly missed an asteroid pulling the maneuver. Either she was crazy or the Captain knew what she was doing. Soon it came back to their original point. The AG4 bombers seeing that they were about to get an easy victory were suddenly getting fire. "Where the hell is that coming from!?" the squadron leader said.

Suddenly he was hit and his fighter exploded. One of the bombers managed to evade the crossfire, and maneuvering through the field when suddenly it stopped. Urzu 7 jumped on the bomber with his monomolecular cutter, then jumped away as it exploded.

"Pick up Urzu team and prepare for jump to lightspeed. We will continue the hunt for this elusive leader."

Arm Slaves began to climb back into the destroyer as it left the field. As soon as it was cleared it jumped into lightspeed.

Captain Horan had just spent the last few minutes running back and forth frantically re-arranging the fleet as a wave of attack craft appeared on their sensors, streaked past them and attacked the lone destroyer-class vessel, which easily fended them off.

"Get us to the nearest moon of this planet, it's too crowded round here, deploy the harvesters and begin resource collecting."

The Far-Kal, along with her various escorts began moving out of orbit around the planet and towards the nearest moon. Two Harvesters and one Collector deployed from the carrier and sped off, putting distance between them and the carrier, one squadron of scouts broke off to guard them.

Open a channel to the Aletes, i think i may have a job for them:

This is Captain Horan, if your Commander-Captain is interested i wish to propose a buisness deal. In previous systems we have come across pirate activities, we wish these organizations exterminated before they pose a threat to Hiigarran space, we have a variety of mediums for trade and await your response."