//Loading Signal...// //Encoding...// //Sending Signal...// //Signal Sent!// (The signal is sent to the furthest corners of the galaxy. Those who chose to receive it are greeted with a small fanfare, showing the image of a hooded, golden-plated, red-eyed Glitch. He begins to speak.) "You've got trash. You're an adventurer hustling and bustling through the spacial slums of who knows where. You've seen the cosmic beauties the galaxy has to offer, you've landed on planets, you've sold stuff, you've sent stuff, you've hoarded stuff, and now you got too much stuff. You have trash! You're a major corporation. Recently you've noticed that the loads of trash you're trying to eliminate are too big to deal with alone within your own staff. Despite your best efforts, you simply don't have the resources, the money, or really the desire to invest more money into hauling away this crud. You've got trash! You're a small village or city, or civilization in it's entire. You're so busy managing the political, personal, and geological problems of where you've situated, that really, trash? It's the furthest thing from your mind, as it collects itself into one big amalgamation of walled-up junk and metal that only becomes harder and harder to deal with. My God, you've got trash! My name is Vectorman, but you can call me Vector. And holy hell, do I want your trash. I was created long ago purposefully for the sake of collecting and hauling trash into the local stars in various solar systems across the galactic plane, handling the monotony of back and forth travel to the same places, the same locations, the same dumps. My entire purpose and being is to clean up the trash deposits of whatever and whoever needs their trash dealt with. If I had a soul, it would be lit ablaze with my purpose, piercing with the cry of a thousand dying angels. I will haul your trash. So if you need a third party to help deal with the excess of waste your corporation or faction has, or if you need someone dedicated enough in your city to clean it of all trash, or if you simply have way too much on you in your ship and need someone to dump it all on like a sentient trash can, then my God, I am your bot. Contact me at my ship through the following relay code: //A series of beeps and boops are heard/// And make a reservation and a place to meet so I can pick up your trash and haul it to hell knows where, for free! Yes, for free! It's the kind of price that's worth feeling a burden being lifted from your back, like a million marshmallow butterflies kissing your shoulders softly while telling you how great you are. Until then! (Message Ends)
You do? Oh, wow, this is actually really great; I've always wanted to meet more haulers. Perhaps we can work together sometime? Consider it done.
As it happens, I am seeking someone of your exact specifications. I should like to arrange a meeting at your next convenience in which we can discuss our mutual benefit.
As the contract in question is for the Hylotl sector of the Alioth Prime colony, you shall be asked, for reasons of security, to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement which obligates you to not reveal the location of the colony to anyone else until such a time as the NDA is lifted by the Alioth Prime local government. I shall make arrangements for us to meet upon a vessel in neutral space and ferried to the colony for your assessment. Additionally, I am extending an offer to pay you for your services. Please take the time before our meeting to consider it.
Nice. I must tell you now, though; I've recently acquired a partner to help me haul trash, so you need to speak with her and make an NDA for her as well.
A second agent could complicate matters, but we shall deal with that in the negotiation. Is he an organic being or a mechanical one as I assume you to be?
She is organic, but I've supplied her with a proper suit to avoid the hazards of the trash I deal with that would affect her.
