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*Bridge of the Wake*
*Invergordon Docks, Inverness*
*Tim looks up from a manifest list*

"Right!
All'a ye wretched scum an' villianous good-fer-nuthin's what're welcome at Invergordon!
Oi'm in need o' some serious supplies in order to open Invergordon's fine new pub."

--Finn flicks a switch, sending a piggyback feed--

"As ye lot can see, th' ol' Purple Mist Pub is a blasted ruddy 'ole in th' side o' Invergordon station. An' I'm preparin' ta rebuild. Oi'll need some various sundries an' goodies, wha' Oi know only ye lot can get fer me."
He smiles, wickedly.

"Ere's me wishlist then, lads, along wif wha' Oi'm willin' ta pay ye fer yer time n' efforts."

Flicks another switch, opening datafeed:
After datafeed ends, Finn returns onscreen grinning.
"This is gonna be one Helluva Pub, Oi tell ye!...
But lemme be perfectly bloody clear 'ere...."
points a finger at the commscreen.
"This bloody order is NOT open to lawful or corporate haulers! Any ruddy goody-two-shoes nancy-pants found ent'rin Invergordon airspace during this operation will be met by the Claymore.O'Gordon, me flagship, an' quickly vaporized.
ALL bleedin' guncam shots must be accompanied by proof o' narstiness! Ovverwise 'tis nae pay fer ye!"
"Any wise ideas ye lawmen got o' sneakin' in to peek into my operations will result in ye being tied to a piece o' scrap an' left spinnin' in decaying orbit o' Cannish, got that?"

"Right, ye scum.
Bonuses to folks what pirate or otherwise TAKE these goods offt other pilots, an' can prove it.
Good luck to ye, happy hunting!
Wake-out."

*Screen Snow*

*incoming transmission*
Comm ID: [TAZ]Doc Holliday
Location: Tombstone Estate, Planet Gran Canaria
To: Mr. Finnegan

I see you are feeling better. Glad to help out there. Listen, I think I will run some of those goods you require. If you don't mind, I'll visit your pub while I'm at Ivergordon. Let me see what goods I can run for you.

Dr. John Henry Holliday

*Bridge of the Wake*
*Invergordon Docks, Inverness*

Mr Holliday.
Aye, Ye've me undying gratiude fer yer kind and timely ministrations an' outstandin' medical care what seen me frough wha' Oi thought fer sure were me iminent death.
*holds up his platinum cane*
Still a wee worse fer wear, but improvin' daily.
As 'twas yer speedy response an' careful work wha's responsible for this old salt still breathin', ye may consider any deliveries ye make to be TRIPLED in pay. An' no questions asked.

Ye be sure n' shout at ol' Finn, should there be anyfing Oi can do fer ye, any wee thing 'tall.
Oi's is in yer service, lad.

Wake out.

*Screen Snow*

..::INCOMING TRANSMISSION::..

To: Mr. Finnegan
From: Handlowiec
Subject: Goods
Date: 07.11

Good day, Sir

It is Your lucky day - I'm a businessman, who can arrange anything if there is a cash to earn,
I got Independent Trader ID and Freelancer IFF - But I think that will be no a problem.

I heard That You need some goods, and I got only one question when You need that?
And What You need first?

with regards
Matt "Handlowiec"


..::TRANSMISSION TERMINATED::..

..::INCOMING TRANSMISSION::..

To: Mr. Finnegan
From: Handlowiec
Subject: First delivery
Date: 08.11

Good day, Sir

It is Your lucky day - I'm manage to make first delivery to Your station,
I bring ordered:
1000 units of Super Alloy
1000 units of Basic Alloy
and
1600 units of Consumer Goods

proof: 1, 2 , 3 , 4

Money please send to Handlowiec.

with regards
Matt "Handlowiec"


..::TRANSMISSION TERMINATED::..

*Bridge of the Wake*
*Culebra Smelter Docks, Puerto Rico*

"Captain Handlowiec,
Ye've me sincerest thanks fer th' deliv'ry, aye an' the greenbacks Oi promised as well..."

"Tis only a shame it were aquired legitimately."
Finn winks, smiling.
"Pleasure doon' bisiness wif ye Cap'm. I trust th' Dockmaster were nae rough on yer docking fees at th' 'Gordon moors."

"Wake out"

*Screen Snow*

..::INCOMING TRANSMISSION::..

To: Mr. Finnegan
From: Handlowiec
Subject: Second delivery
Date: 08.11

Good day, Sir

I'm manage to bring second delivery to Your station,
I bring ordered:
3000 units of Synthetic Marijuana ad the rest of missing 200 units of Consumer Goods

proof: 1,2

Money please send to Handlowiec.

with regards
Matt "Handlowiec"

It was na honor to make a busines with You Sir, I wish You best of luck and I hope We meet someday in Pub.
..::TRANSMISSION TERMINATED::..

*Bridge of the Claymore*
*Newcastle Jumphole area, Inverness*

"Nice work, boyo!
Them pirates what chased ye into ol' 'Ness got introduced to vacuum right quick.
Oi cannae thank ye enough fer th' prompt deliv'ry, an' am glad ta be able to answer yer hails an' get them rotters offa yer tail. Gave me gunners some practice, ye did."
Finn smiles toothily.
"So 'ere. 'Ere's tha' pay what Oi promised, plus a 'speedy delivery' tip, PLUS another tip just fer ye bein' a right gent an' such a pleasure ta do business with."

"Now dinnae go spendin' it all in one place...less'n it's me Pub where ye spend it!
Oi'll carve yer name inta th' back o' onna them barstools, come openin' day.
Th' first round fer ye an' yer crew's on me, laddy.
Cheers mate, an' clear skies to a foine gentleman such as ye."

Wake out.

*Screen Snow*

*Bridge of the Claymore*
*Pilgrim Shipyards, Invergordon Station, Inverness*

"Har!
Bloody Rogues! I tell ye!
'S worth a pretty penny when onna' ye lot makes me larf so hard Oi right well spill me pint.


"S' bleedin' funny, 'tis. A stoopid bounty. Like ta kill off half th' sector like 'at!"
So I've tacked on a wee tip to yer payroll, Cap'm Chryesh, well earned indeed."



"An' thanks not only fer yon prompt, discreet delivery, but again fer th' larf....
Oi must say, though...
Didjer get these slave lasses from bleedin' Liberty? 'Cause while they'll certainly do, Oi fink ye n' Oi 'ave differin' views on 'drop-dead gorgeous', we do.
Still an' all, they ought to last a few months or so till Oi can get me 'ands on some comelier lasses.
Thanks again, friend an' Rogue.
Clear skies to ye'z."

Wake out.

*Screen Snow*