All was quiet in the Solitude region. A silent local channel can make a highsec system--no matter how populated--feel like a very lonely place. Enter the Agents of the New Order.
Covetor pilot AroGaZ1 Ellecon lost his ship. It proved to be an excellent conversation starter.
Agent Milkmypigeon knows the art of the segue. Why push the Code on a miner if you can get him to ask you about it?
AroGaZ1 was too upset to fully grasp what a wonderful opportunity he'd been given. He resorted to name-calling, which, in a calmer mood, I'm sure he'd admit was beneath him.
Busybody Gelidusanima Talvanen observed the Agent-miner interaction with growing anxiety. There's nothing a rebel hates more than watching a miner buy a permit.
The problem with the carebear ideologues is that they don't have an alternative to the Code--unless you consider non-stop failure to qualify as such. Their snippy attitudes are easily steamrolled by charismatic Agents.
Milkmypigeon almost name-dropped the Saviour, but he decided to hold that card in reserve for the time being.
You can always tell when a miner's resistance to the Code is softening. Even Gelidusanima could sense what was coming.
AroGaZ1 switched to his alt to continue the conversation. Our Agent offered him the Code, but the miner was too lazy to read it. But even a lazy miner can transfer isk.
Agent Milkmypigeon cautioned against buying permits without knowing what was in the fine print, but the miner urged him to accept his money.
Our Agent graciously sold him eight mining permits.
One by one, the permits went up in the mining alts' bios. Milkmypigeon was optimistic; the miner might choose to read the Code later and fully embrace it. In the meantime, he could always revoke the permits if AroGaZ1 violated the Code. That's just good business.