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Patriotic Bretonians! - Patriot - 09-22-2008
[Wellington]Weaponry managed by Sir Charles Wellington,will proudly offer all weapon you need for the war effort.
You only have to send a transport ship heavyly guarded of course meet me and i will proceed to a generous donation of rare and powerfull weapon for the Bretonian Armed Force.
Respecfully
Sir Charles Wellington
Patriotic Bretonians! - monsterlancer - 09-23-2008
' Wrote:ah, no interest rate, booo.
If there was a rate of return, say 20-25% i might be interested in investing several hundred million credits... I have a scheme in mind, pm me for more details.
:angry:*War Profiteer*:angry:
Sam throws the hard copy in the recycling slot and turns to the comms.
From: Sam Houston Liberty Citizen (Texan)
To: Bretonian Armed Forces
Subj: War Bonds
Sir,
My current partner and best friend used to be one of your fine officers, and his son and grandson was following in his steps till some Royal political trouble...but I digress. He is on a trade recon mission while his transport is under repairs, so I am donating 25 Million credits in his name. he will probably yell at me for this but I enjoy attempting to understand your 'English' every time I am in Bretonia.
For JJ Flint
Samual (Tex) Houston
*Hit send*
*Transmission Encripted*
*Transmission Sent*
Have a nice day.
*Grumble Grumble* "Machines"
Patriotic Bretonians! - Dieter Schprokets - 09-26-2008
The bar was rowdy. Most Bretonian bars were like that.
A large screen in the corner showed a football match. The Arsenal was winning.
The screen faded to black. The Bretonian flag was then shown flying in the wind, the ancient Union Jack, unchanged for centuries, and light years.
"We interrupt this program to bring you a public service announcement from the Minister of Defense."
The room went quiet. Public Service Announcements in times of peace were annoyances, interrupting the football.
In times of war, such announcements were greeted solemnly. They often meant a battle had happened, and win or lose, friends, family or neighbours could be dead.
The portly sight of James Ralston showed on the screen, and he began in earnest.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Bretonia, I have wonderful news!"
The room was still solemn. "Wonderful news" often meant a battle won, which was only a bit better than one lost, usually. The Kusari were not pushovers.
"Our War Bond program has exceeded expectations! More than one hundred million credits have been raised in a few short days."
"This is enough to equip a squadron of Templars! Some money will also be used to research new, better weapons, to help our gallant men and women in the field."
Some nodded in the bar. Rumours abounded about new, deadly, greatly anticipated upgrades to the old mainstay, the Advanced Splitter.
"Also, the Bowex Corporation has shown their patriotism by offering to donate a percentage of their revenues to the War Effort."
"These are great strides, citizens and fellow subjects of Carina. Bretonia Prevails!"
The screen played a portion of the national anthem "God Save the Crown", and the visage of the tired, hard-working Bretonian woman, shown amongst the flak shells that presumably, she was responsible for making in a dingy factory; they really needed a more uplifting picture for that.
![[Image: warbond.jpg]](http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc267/dietersmeep/warbond.jpg)
If You Can't Enlist, Invest!
Patriotic Bretonians! - Dieter Schprokets - 11-09-2008
With some thought, leading to a moment of decision, Fleet Admiral Percy Nelles put pen to paper.
"With the recent influx of recruits and subsequent difficulty securing funds and materiel for the war effort, the Budget of the Bretonian Armed Forces is strained."
"Consequently, I, Fleet Admiral Percy Nelles pledge $50 Millions of my personal fortune to the cause."
He signed, and posted, the correspondence.
His BMM stocks were doing well, so he could afford it.
His face blanched.
Should have conferred with my wife...
Patriotic Bretonians! - MarvinCZ - 11-09-2008
A woman in her late thirties is sits in a large cockpit, browsing latest news on the HUD. The trade route wasn't a long one, but quite a boring one. The Bowex Train held a full cargo hold of Engine Components for the Royal Spacecraft Factory. One article caught her attention. An impressive call to the Bretonian public by the Minister of Defense.
She turned to the communications system and checked that the ship is connected to the Bretonian network. She composed a short message.
Quote:[font=times]
I realise the vital role of the Bretonian Armed Forces in our struggle for the very survival of Bretonia. It is the duty of the Bretonian people to stand by their guardians and contribute to the war effort. Therefore, I, Elisabeth Graham, Senior Employee of Border World Exports, pledge fifty million Sirius credits to the War Bonds Programme.
She sent the message and performed the transaction.
Patriotic Bretonians! - Dieter Schprokets - 11-24-2008
The signing ceremony was solemn.
Minister of Defense James Ralston sat at the table, and the press took photos.
The share sale certificates passed by the the Minister, and he was signing them off in lots of 10,000.
When he finished the signatures, he stood, and approached the microphone. The press had not been fully briefed in what was going on.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, My family and I have just made a personal sacrifice, in this time of struggle, to make an example to the people of Bretonia. Especially to those who are more fortunate than others."
"I have just liquidated my holdings in Bretonia Mines and Minerals. Valued at $120 Millions."
"The proceeds shall go to the War Bonds program. Every penny."
The press and the crowd began to murmur, then became louder.
The Minister did not take questions. He simply waved to the crowd, and retired from the stage.
Patriotic Bretonians! - Grin - 11-24-2008
The cavernous hull of the vessel called Mr.Happy echoed with the laughter of the owner.
He sat with his feet up on the flight console, hands resting on his belly. An enormous pile of cash sat beside him, ready to be bagged up. 30 million credits. There was a faint aroma of synth marijuana in the air.
"Made some money for once!" He laughed.
"No idea what to do with it!" He laughed again
"Does Sir wish me to come up with some ideas? Said Pleasure Droid model MissIII.
"Not now, sweetie" he replied and smiled at how sweet life could be.
Trading had never been his true forte in life. Enjoyment of life meant everything to him. He grabbed another slice of Plas-Pizza from the box carelessly tossed on the complex flight control systems. He grabbed some paper to wipe his hands and noticed there was some advertising material inside the box.
"War bonds? What the?..."
"Bonds, Sir? I like bondage, Sir!" Said the ever-helpful droid. Maaaaan she was money well-spent!
"Later sweetie, I am reading"
"Congratulations. Sir is most clever" Replied 'Sweetie', managing to sound just a little sarcastic.
He looked sideways at the droid. Was that extra money he'd spent on her higher intelligence chip really necessary?
"Hmm, it says here that Bretonia needs cash to fight the war. Well, I don't need it. I got plenty of personal supply of what I do need. Those Bret guys seem a good bunch, too - I get a lot less hassle here than in Liberty. Well, I suppose I could toss for it - Heads yes, Tails no."
"Sir, might I suggest..." began the droid
"Not another word, Sweetie" said Mr.Happy as the coin hit the floor with the head of Queen Carina uppermost.
Patriotic Bretonians! - guitarguy - 01-03-2009
Blake was paying bills one boring night in New London, when he received a notice from BMM. Like all good Bretonians, he'd invested there.
"Mr. Owen, we are gracious for your investments in our stocks and your service in the armed forces. We are happy to inform you your stocks are worth 20 million credits."
Blake pondered his wealth for a moment. "Well," he thought "it's just money..."
He opened his neural account and transfered 15 million to the BAF.
He sat back and chuckled "...but nothing wrong with having some for myself."
Patriotic Bretonians! - Banza - 01-05-2009
Conference room was empty, only a lone mahagony table stretching wide across it with a skinny young figure that was sitting at the end passing some papers to his boss.
"Another bad day on the stock exchange" – Figure muttered while sitting
"Yes sir unfortunately, all our stocks fell in value. It seems that Samurai and Ninja dolls lost popularity amongst buyers."
"Yes sadly" – older man mutters
"I forget to mention sir, some lady was looking for you yesterday"
"Really?" – Older man looks at young figure
"Yes I believe she is working for finance minister"
"What does she have with me?"
"Well she said she needs to speak with you about some account books and some irregularities"
"Impossible"- Old man budged in his chair
"Situation isnt so bad sir"
"How do you mean?"
"They, I mean she offered us a deal… You know that Bretonia is in war and that they need every dine for their war chest. Frankly speaking sir we do have a lot of money, do you get the picture?"
"They are nothing more then vultures, here give 200 million pounds to their war chest. The sooner this war ends the sooner I will be able to sell all those damn dolls" – older man grinned.
Patriotic Bretonians! - Reverend Del - 02-21-2009
Lord Bayliss was enjoying being in his family home once more. Since joining the IND his fortunes had turned considerably and he was now much richer than he had been before the Bretonian Government had repossessed his house.
But it wasn't the nature of his home that made Gregory stand out so much as his sobreity. Normally well drunk by this time of day, Lord Gregory was today kitted out in his best finery. An appointment with the Bretonian Government, regarding his peerage. But first a quick visit to BAF command.
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There was a knock on Fleet Admiral Nelles' door.
"Enter" He said noncomitally, shuffling funds was something he'd never signed up for.
A young ensign walked in, his fresh faced exuberance almost outshining the bulb which shone above their heads.
"Lord Bayliss to see you sir. Said something about War Bonds."
Nelles looked considerably perkier, any money was good money.
"Fleet Admiral Nelles. Good day to you."
"And to you Lord Bayliss."
Bayliss laughed. "Maybe not for much longer, but that's neither here nor there. What's this damnable nonsense about war bonds? Carina stopped handing over the budget?"
"Not exactly, my Lord, simply that we require more funds than we can currently get."
Bayliss reached inside his robes, "Don't Fret Admiral, I'm not about to pull a gun."
From within his robes he extracted his credit chit. "One presumes the payment should be made to the BAF accounts. "
"Yes. Obviously"
"Quite. 250 million credits. Paid. Now fight those damn dog eating bastards with everything we have. Bretonia prevails, Admiral. Bretonia prevails."
Gregory left, strike one off the list of the many things he needed to do to sort his life out.