05-24-2009, 08:31 PM
--Incoming Transmission--
--ID: Rashida--
Rashida sits on a spartan chair, with a small pile of paper in front of her on some kind of table. Running her finger down the first sheet, she begins:
"Lorra fings 'ere, let's 'ope I dun miss anyfing...
"Num'mer one; standardisashun o' NFZs. Yeah, we needs dis. It's durn annoyin' tryin' ta work out where da NFZ ends...are we in Omega-3, Omicron-Theta, or stuck in 41's sun? While ya can see da logic in a 10k one (dat bein' da longest distance ya can see ships at), no guns dat I 'as seen (an' I seen a fair few, mind yew...) 'ave dis sorta range. It's also kinda 'ard ta see when people are firin' at each uvver at dese ranges...plus, I feels dat it's a bit o' an infringement on our neighbours ta essentially say 'yeah, alla di space is ours'...5k should do it, dat bein' da upper end o' capship range an' all.
"Num'mer 2: 'Ostilities an' 'ow ta 'andle 'em. Now, y'all know I is allus fer da peaceful option, an' most people as infringes on our laws is us'ly apologetic an' nice after. 'Owever, we does 'ave certain...elements...what need dealt wiv, an' da onlee language dey seems ta unnerstand is violence. Unfortunate as 'tis, space is a violent place...we needs summat dat can respond in kind.
"Num'mer 3: 'Sairs in 49. Now, what I 'ears is da followin': We asked da 'Sairs ta come inta 49 an' make sure dat dere was no one wantin' ta take da planet from us. In return, we gave 'em co ordinates o' jump 'oles ta operate agin' 'Tonia. From what I's seen, the 'Sairs feel dat 'protectin'' us involves shootin' anyfin' dat is norra 'Sair or a Zoner (an', sometimes, dey shoots Zoners, too) in 49. Canaria, even as an 'aven planet, is still a trade 'ub. We still requires supplies, an' needs ta export deuterium. If da 'Sairs feels it's dere business ta interfere wi' our trade, our status wi' 'em defin'tly needs lookin' inta.
"Nummer 4: Slavers an' ZAS. Well, dis's a veree tricky un fer me. See, I likes me freedom, me independence from 'ouse law an' what-not...'owever, we cannae simply up an' ban or attack slavers...dey's makin' a livin' too. 'Ell, I likes me non-addicshun ta Cardi, thankee-veree-much, but I ain't gonna propose we ban all cardi smugglers or attack 'em on sight...not onlee is dis 'ipocritical in terms o' da kind o' free trade we wants ta encourage, but it's gonna get certain people riled up wi' our acshuns. An' dat we do not want. Sure, campaign peacefully, and inform ('s long as yer informashun is correct...misinformashun is worse 'n perpetratin' an 'evil' act), but outright 'ostility, I's agin'.
She turns over the top sheet, pulls a flask out from under the desk, and takes a swig, before continuing,
"Num'mer 5: Gallia an' embargoes. Nuffin' much ta say 'ere. Ifn they's gonna shoot us fer bringin' stuff to 'em, we's not gonna bring it. Take it ta dere enemies, instead, such as dey can grow stronger, beat da 'ostiles, overrun dere bases, an' set up as our new trade partners. Easy-peasy.
"Num'mer 6: No fly zone at Freeport 7 ruins, an' construcshun o' a beacon. Well, I's all fer constructin' a beacon, but wha's da point if no one can visit it?...
"Num'mer 7: Colonisashun o' Sprague. Is dis really necessaree? Wha' resources does Sprague 'old as we needs? Is da 'uge unnertakin' as is a colonisashun effort worth da returns?
"Finally, num'mer 8: Return ta Canaria. Well, 'slong as ya makes sure me comms channels is up ta date, I ain't got no problem wi' where it's physic'ly based...although, ifn we 'as anuvver crisis, an' needs ta meet in person, remainin' in 74 may be more advantageous 'n 'avin' ta move everyfin' across dere again, aye?"
She flips over the last sheet of paper, and the whole pile cascades onto the floor. Amidst much vehement cursing, the feed cuts out.
--ID: Rashida--
Rashida sits on a spartan chair, with a small pile of paper in front of her on some kind of table. Running her finger down the first sheet, she begins:
"Lorra fings 'ere, let's 'ope I dun miss anyfing...
"Num'mer one; standardisashun o' NFZs. Yeah, we needs dis. It's durn annoyin' tryin' ta work out where da NFZ ends...are we in Omega-3, Omicron-Theta, or stuck in 41's sun? While ya can see da logic in a 10k one (dat bein' da longest distance ya can see ships at), no guns dat I 'as seen (an' I seen a fair few, mind yew...) 'ave dis sorta range. It's also kinda 'ard ta see when people are firin' at each uvver at dese ranges...plus, I feels dat it's a bit o' an infringement on our neighbours ta essentially say 'yeah, alla di space is ours'...5k should do it, dat bein' da upper end o' capship range an' all.
"Num'mer 2: 'Ostilities an' 'ow ta 'andle 'em. Now, y'all know I is allus fer da peaceful option, an' most people as infringes on our laws is us'ly apologetic an' nice after. 'Owever, we does 'ave certain...elements...what need dealt wiv, an' da onlee language dey seems ta unnerstand is violence. Unfortunate as 'tis, space is a violent place...we needs summat dat can respond in kind.
"Num'mer 3: 'Sairs in 49. Now, what I 'ears is da followin': We asked da 'Sairs ta come inta 49 an' make sure dat dere was no one wantin' ta take da planet from us. In return, we gave 'em co ordinates o' jump 'oles ta operate agin' 'Tonia. From what I's seen, the 'Sairs feel dat 'protectin'' us involves shootin' anyfin' dat is norra 'Sair or a Zoner (an', sometimes, dey shoots Zoners, too) in 49. Canaria, even as an 'aven planet, is still a trade 'ub. We still requires supplies, an' needs ta export deuterium. If da 'Sairs feels it's dere business ta interfere wi' our trade, our status wi' 'em defin'tly needs lookin' inta.
"Nummer 4: Slavers an' ZAS. Well, dis's a veree tricky un fer me. See, I likes me freedom, me independence from 'ouse law an' what-not...'owever, we cannae simply up an' ban or attack slavers...dey's makin' a livin' too. 'Ell, I likes me non-addicshun ta Cardi, thankee-veree-much, but I ain't gonna propose we ban all cardi smugglers or attack 'em on sight...not onlee is dis 'ipocritical in terms o' da kind o' free trade we wants ta encourage, but it's gonna get certain people riled up wi' our acshuns. An' dat we do not want. Sure, campaign peacefully, and inform ('s long as yer informashun is correct...misinformashun is worse 'n perpetratin' an 'evil' act), but outright 'ostility, I's agin'.
She turns over the top sheet, pulls a flask out from under the desk, and takes a swig, before continuing,
"Num'mer 5: Gallia an' embargoes. Nuffin' much ta say 'ere. Ifn they's gonna shoot us fer bringin' stuff to 'em, we's not gonna bring it. Take it ta dere enemies, instead, such as dey can grow stronger, beat da 'ostiles, overrun dere bases, an' set up as our new trade partners. Easy-peasy.
"Num'mer 6: No fly zone at Freeport 7 ruins, an' construcshun o' a beacon. Well, I's all fer constructin' a beacon, but wha's da point if no one can visit it?...
"Num'mer 7: Colonisashun o' Sprague. Is dis really necessaree? Wha' resources does Sprague 'old as we needs? Is da 'uge unnertakin' as is a colonisashun effort worth da returns?
"Finally, num'mer 8: Return ta Canaria. Well, 'slong as ya makes sure me comms channels is up ta date, I ain't got no problem wi' where it's physic'ly based...although, ifn we 'as anuvver crisis, an' needs ta meet in person, remainin' in 74 may be more advantageous 'n 'avin' ta move everyfin' across dere again, aye?"
She flips over the last sheet of paper, and the whole pile cascades onto the floor. Amidst much vehement cursing, the feed cuts out.