"You've heard of Red Adson r-right?" Ratty choked out. "H-he's pissed at you. Think's yo-" Ratty stopped for a moment, contorting and spitting. He caught his breath and continued. "Thinks you're taking business away from him. But, h-he thinks you make good shit. He said something about a.. partnership."
The pirate is lucky, this time. Hip-firing at him, the rifle shot flies off and gets lodged in a cargo container. He's grazed by shotgun pellets, prompting a loud "Shit!". He then dives out of the machine, takes cover behind it, and starts yelling for help. "Fuck! Some wolf-faced fuck is trying to kill me!" Footsteps are heard off in the distance. Someone may have heard the cry.
"Oh! A confederation!" Mr. Urex exclaimed. "We of Bear Rock would be greatly interested in a confederation. However, it is nescessary to know the extent our two, as you put it, sovereign powers will be joined. A unified defense council? The same currency? A detailed plan, Ms. Abihi, is nescessary."