11-03-2013, 12:11 AM
>>The data below charts the final exchange between Doctor Raymond Wallace, CW| Affiliated Freelancer and Councillor Nadeau, open for tracing by CW| Marked salvage crews<<
"Bonjour the most recent addition to what I could call my... less riposte-inducing compadres."
*Grins welcomingly*
"Of course I do not wish to seem possessive - that would implicate a lack of recognition for the communications we have already exchanged, your visitation to the Freeport for instance, our viewing of that incomparable lightshow during Robert's Southernmost sojourn into the Magellanic system. 'Four is a miraculous Freeport, is it not? The taint of a militaristic occupation by Rex Libertine only serves to add a particular, ah, essence of the fallen - a melancholy, which only furthers appreciation for the qualities lost."
"Through contemplations such as this we can discover what it means to be humane humans ami, people who exist for the lavishment of the eternal mean, ourselves. Situated between the twin poles of chaos and boredom, it is down to us to peruse the selection offered by both extremes, to pitch this way and that as the demands of life will.... society is such a chain, at times."
Picks up grape from a bowl of surprisingly succulent, terrestrial fruits. After inspecting the item thoroughly, he swallows it theatrically in one swift, singular mastication before facing the camera again.
"But to business - professional business that is, one that should tingle both of our pallets, in mutual interest. So lend me your ear Sir, and you will hear my proposal".
"My department (for you are aware of my present employment, surely), is filled full of eager, capable, competent minds such as yourself, all sucklings upon the teats of the mother universe, and one of then requires a fresh cache of a particular family of microorganisms, namely, the stellar-based blighters of the omicron edge nebula, the riders of the solar winds, the fertilizers of planets, the seedlings of Sirius. You Sir, share a common goal with that scientist; kindred spirits as it were, twin archers, seeking a sole and virtuous mark. Perhaps you may strike home, hmm?"
"...speaking frankly, I have the capability to field you an extravagantly over funded laboratory bordering his, to collaborate on the same project, with a copious monthly salary as part of the payoff. If any of the above sounds tantalising to you (and I expect it does), then perhaps you could obtain fifty metric tonnes of each of the following, hmm?"
The first item: Blue Diamonds
Reasoned simply, Diamond makes for excellent prisms, and I lie in the need for as much cut, refined, high-grade gemstone as I could possibly obtain. Additionally, I have a particular 'Doctor' in my... our fraternity which sees the average particle cannon as a fetish item. The point is evident.
The second item: Alien organisms
As aforementioned, the man concerned (for, sexually, he is one), is as in need of these creatures as you are yourself. Note, I lust for the various sub-varieties found within the edge nebulas and/or the outer sigma systems, not those scrubby irritances the Baffinites pedal to every man and his panther. You can do better than that, friend.
Let me know what you think of the proposal, for surely, your task is great and requires such cranial exertion in foresight. As to providing evidence of the import, it is simple. Provide photographical data (you know the saying, "Pics or it didn't happen"?) of the commodities in your cargo hold, along with proof of transaction at the Freeport Ten Commodity dealer; he will take the goods from you, as issued.
Goodbye ami, I trust your days are now suitably busied, yes?
Remember - fifty units. Each.