You'd like to think that you're good enough of a trader that you don't hemorrhage money like this, but for the last few weeks you've noticed that you've been making less and less money off of your shipments than you should. When some of your employees finally get back to you, they reveal exactly why that is:
Pirates. God fucking dammit.
Apparently while your personal vessel wasn't touched, a few of the smaller vessels you've managed to procure over your tenure got sacked. The message informing you as such arrives with another, sent from a..."Sterling Stardust"? This guy has some nerve! First he seals your goods right from under your nose, and then he has the gall to write you saying that he's willing to negotiate?! But the chance to get your goods back (or get some more traditional payback) is something most merchants don't get when it comes to pirates. So here you are, in the private room of some bar on a planet you've never heard of as per his request.
Sterling walks in like he owns the place, with a dazzling smile and a strut that could probably make any peafowl jealous. You catch a glimpse of two men waiting outside, a silent indicator that he has backup in case deals go south.
"SO glad you could make it, friend!"
He chuckles, flipping his hair over his shoulder. You swear you can see sparkles for a second. Is this guy for real...?
"Now then, I know we're both very busy people. So let's cut to the chase: how does 2,000,000 zenny for your stolen goods sound?"
