True Power Shipyards

You are about to wrap up this little raid when all of a sudden you have an incoming transmission popping on one of your panels from someone asking where in flaming hell his ship components are. He continues to claim that he had ordered all sorts of stuff ages ago and nothing is getting delivered. This is all sent in Sansha code and comparison with the station logs from the place you just destroyed identify the person on the other end as a foreman from a local branch of the True Power corporation. When he hears some hesitation on your end, this guy gets all patronizing on you, raving back and forth about too many newbs being recruited to the production units, how your single digit IQ must be a shining light for every slug in the universe to follow and fabulates a bit about how he envisions the state your toilet training is in. He then shouts some instructions about how you are to get off your butt right this moment and haul it to a certain place, picking up his order for 300 10MN afterburners. He orders you to buzz him on this same frequency when you are there and that he will then give you further instructions.

You didn’t find 300 afterburners to fill the True Power order, but you guess that if you don’t tell the guy, no one will. Not sure what this "buzz" was supposed to sound like, you hurl a loud beep! And some crackles on the prescribed frequency and a second later the True Power foreman descends on you again with curses and insults perfected by generations of pirate foremen. After a while his monologue draws to an end and he tells you to go and pick up 280 units of missile control modules at another location.