SHADOWdump: "So, you guys. Fighters. Can you tell us where Faires is? We were looking to ra-"
Sensei: "TRADE!"
SHADOWdump: "Yes, trade at Faires."
X-Wing Commander: "Sorry to break it to you, but this
is Faires. What's left. Them's gone and blown it up. Us too, almost- thanks."
CJ1145: "Say, who do you work for? (
NO, Wil, no you can't go the bathroom right now! Just for whining at me!)"
X-Comm: "Eberene Army, SALT division.
Special Assault Launch Team."
Diakron: "You wouldn't be looking for work now, would you?"
X-Comm: "Nope- after this, we'll have our plate full with pirates in the area, after all our losses! The Ion Corridor's gonna be really dangerous. Eberene frown on merc work anyways."
X-Pilot: "Yeah- we think the shipment of Esbidium we needed to power our shield generators was intercepted by pirates. If that got through, we'd never have lost that battle."
Sensei: "Umm... oh, that's terrible."
X-Comm: "Anyway, if you're curious, it looks like the Doom Moon is of Utean make- from the Utean Empire, on the other side of the Ion Corridor and to solar north."
At this point, Red's ship enters, bearing clear pirate markings.
Red: "Hey guys, I saw you blew up that big ship and-"
X-Comm: "Ugh, pirate scum! Look, we're all out of ammo- would you...
deal with him?"
Zorgn: "Well, I don-"
Sensei: "
It would be my pleasure- farewell!"
Sensei: In a private channel to Red: "You lookin' for a job?"
There we go, little mini text wall.
Here's Red's ship- I'm going to update the first page.