Yemuro:
"Commodore Cheezy_Cracker!" cried a First Lietenuant.
"Yes?" came the almost lazy response.
"Sir, the Confederates have not yet responded to our mail, we sent it several days ago!"
"Hmmm...We shall wait a small bit longer, if we recieve no reply, I'll start to take matters into my own hands." was the mysterious, and slightly sinister reply. "Get me Captain Astert, of my flagship!"
"Yes, Sir!" ended the First Lietenuant as he walked briskly away, he was one of the elite group of forces trained at the CCC Enterprises Mercenary camp on Yemuro.
"You called for me, Commodore?" called out Captain Timothy Astert, Commodore Cheezy_Cracker's most trusted advisor.
"Yes, I want you to prepare a small force, one Rapier would be enough, alter it's IFF to read as a Lethe Militia member. It may or may not become useful in the future." ordered the Commodore.
"Your wish is my command!" stated Captain Timothy, who almost worshiped his Commodore.
Encrypted Message:
To: Admiral Consul_Bob
From: Commodore Cheezy_Cracker
Subject: Need a reply
Most Honorable Admiral,
I have responded to your job proposal, and I now wish to hear whether you still need my services or not. A mercenary has more jobs than one, although the priorities of the highest paying customer always come out on top. Please respond, my men are getting anxious in anticipation of a good job!
Sincerely,
Commodore Cheezy_Cracker
CCC Enterprises
Edit: Fixed a mistake!
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"You don't want to sell me deathsticks"
"I...uh..I don't want to sell you deathsticks!"
"You want to go home and rethink your life."
"I..uh..want to go home and rethink my life!"
(This message has been edited by Cheezy_Cracker (edited 08-16-2004).)