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[IND]Memo Dump. - Reverend Del - 08-18-2008
Location: Sophie's, Newark.
Id: Lord Bayliss
Wot ho, chaps. Taking a short sabbatical here at Sophie's. The bar not her house, you damn filthy ingrates. Although I must say not for lack of trying, she's a rum one and seems ill disposed to a small amount of slap and tickle.
I'll be flying a new ship just as soon as the paperwork comes through, and my insurances are checked out. One would think that this would be expedited by my being a member of this company, but alas it is not so.
In the meantime, I shall be endeavouring to pursue the secrets of the landlady and no doubt tripling my bar tab at the same time.
Over and out.
Gregory.
[IND]Memo Dump. - Qunitinius~Verginix - 08-18-2008
**CommID** Aaron Verginix
Don't worry too much about the Rheinlanders. They know me well from previous business ventures and they have a good reason to trust us. I have shipped for them before, back when I was with Gateway, and I continue to do so now, even though I bear new tags, although its more, 'special' items.
Tell them you know me and they should let you past.
A. Verginix
[IND]Memo Dump. - Dusty Lens - 08-18-2008
Comm patchover: To 'ol Bayliss
Hey old chap, just had a flash of inspiration. Whislt the boys from corporate are attempting to track down which smutty pad Jay is currently hiding out in on 'ol Baden Baden (my guess is Hiltraud's) I reckon it'd be charitable and only right to assume that he's buying the drinks. Feel free to sign his Hancock on any and all g&t's, s&w's or Mojitos as the daily workload may subscribe.
-Rhyme
[IND]Memo Dump. - Capt. Henry Morgan - 08-19-2008
//This introduction for my character builds off of this message in the XA message dump. It tells the rest of the story from Gary Thacker's viewpoint.
Aboard an escape pod from the =WS=Humpback
All Gary Thacker could do now was ponder his situation. He cursed the Xenos, cursed his luck for running afoul of them, and cursed his brother most of all. He couldn't believe that his own brother would take away everything from him and leave him for dead in space. Gary just knew something was up after Glenn got that message and quickly took his leave. He didn't know how Glenn got that virus into the Humpback's systems. It probably wasn't his work, but he was definately the one who put it there.
As soon as the Humpback undocked from Ames Research Station, it lost all helm control and started flying into deep space away from the station. Very shortly, several Xeno ships appeared on sensors, most of them freighters. After that, the holds opened and spilled the entire load of slave-occupied sleeper pods into space, where they were promptly gathered up by the Xeno freighters. As soon as the slaves were off the ship, the Humpback's self-destruct system engaged, giving the Humpback's crew barely enough time to pile into the escape pod and eject before the reactor went critical. Fortunately, the Xeno ships left after grabbing the slaves and didn't seem interested in blowing up a defenseless escape pod. That was probably due to Glenn's influence, as if dying slowly in space is more merciful than being blown up. Perhaps he would even be able to sleep at night.
Gary was interrupted from his ruminations by a beeping on the pod's control console. It seemed that Lady Luck was on his side today. Apparently they drifted close enough to a trade lane to be detected by a passing Kusari transport.
Sometime later, aboard Roppongi Station.
Gary stepped off the Transport and into the central terminal on Roppongi Station. The heart of Kusari might not be a bad place to make a new start for himself. His insurance policy with Interspace was probably forfeit, since hauling contraband was not covered in his policy. Still, there should be enough in his Neural Net account to buy a modest transport and start to get back on his feet. All he had to do now was get himself and his crew rooms for the night. He could get started tomorrow, right now, he just wanted to get some sleep. He walked into one of Roppongi's modest hotels and walked up to the counter. The clerk, an attractive Kusai woman in her late 20's or early 30's, gave him a tired smile and greeted him in Japanese, which Gary understands fluently.
"Good evening, sir. How may I help you?"
Gary responded in Japanese "I need seven rooms for the night. Nothing too fancy, we're just looking for comfortable beds and warm baths."
"I can do that, sir. It'll be 120 credits per room, for a total of 840 credits. May I see your card?"
Gary hands over his NeuralNet card to the clerk and waits while she runs it. The clerk looks up at him, looking faintly apologetic, but mostly bored.
"I'm sorry, sir, but there aren't enough credits in your account."
Gary was certain he had misheard. "That's impossible. There's millions in that account! Run it again."
He waited a moment while the clerk ran it again.
"I'm sorry, sir, but the credit's just aren't there. Look for yourself."
She turned the monitor around so Gary could read it. Glowing on the screen was the following.
============================================================
Interspace NeuralNet Universal Information System
Roppongi Station, New Tokyo System, Kusari
Subject:
Thacker, Gary Michael
Last Known Place of Residence:
Planet Manhattan, New York System, Liberty
Occupation:
Transport Captain
Affiliation:
None Known
Funds:
$1
============================================================
Gary stared at the screen in disbelief, then mumbled an apology to the clerk and left the Hotel. That Xeno virus must have tracked his NeuralNet account and wiped his credits out. One stinking credit! Only Glenn had a sick and twisted enough sense of humor to insult someone in that manner.
Gary didn't know what else to do. He had no ship, and no credits. All he could do at this point was try to find a job flying transports for someone else. He hated his brother for reducing him to this. Some day, he would repay Glenn in kind. With that thought in mind, he swallowed his pride and walked towards the station's Interspace Commerce office.
Several days later.
Obtaining employment with Interspace proved easier than he had expected. They had a new Container Transport, the Soyokaze Maru, that they didn't have a Captain or crew for yet, and they knew his reputation for getting anything to anywhere safely and offered him and his crew use of the ship. It wasn't the best he could hope for, but with his crew by his side, and the deckplates of a ship beneath his feet, he knew the future would only improve. Perhaps he might even save up enough to buy himself a new ship and start flying for himself again someday. For now, the Soyokaze Maru awaits...
[IND]Memo Dump. - Dusty Lens - 08-20-2008
Personal Log of Timothy Rhyme, 8-19-817
The recent shakeup has runs its course and the Angels can finally get a bit of a rest. Reckon I put them through their paces this last time around. Few of our boys had to duck out and drop below the radar for a bit. 'till ma'am president reckons on another course I'll be taking the helm of our little endeavor, on account of my handling of the serverware.
Right bother of it all would be the 'Lens having her ID pinged on too many occasions during the latest autopsy of our going ons. My contacts with the LPI eased things well enough to slide by this inspection, but the 'ol bird is going to need to take a rest until the heat leveled on her good IFF has cooled some. Ironic that I'll have to pick her up where she was dumped on Malta before this mess began.
Taking my leave of the temporary shelter aboard Ainu (Ahh Ainu! A man could die happy there amongst that bed of ladies, bitch is that he's probably meet that end sooner than he might like for suggesting as much.) and pinged Newark that I'd be by shortly to explain m'self.
In the spirit of things I brazenly opted to take the Lens on one more run with a load of the good stuff. Probably her last flight for a span of days. True to her history she saw me to Rochester with nary an incident worth speaking of. A little ducking and dodging accompanied with a bit of yammerin with the Zen Clipper saw the trip close without an ounce of trouble.
Met up with 'ol Chris Karmichal o' the brute squad in the Ship's Inn and tossed back and forth the skinny on the last couple of days. Jay and a few other bigheads had taken a powder it seems. He arranged for a sweet spot for me to rest the Lens while I secured transport to Rippongi to check in yet again with those folks. Whilst in Kusari I secured my new bird, which I happily deemed the Virgin Conquest in recognition of my stepping into some new shoes.
To wrap it up, I took my new prize on a round the system tour, getting my passport stamped on Waterloo and Bonn. Waxed some fool of a Xeno somewhere along the way. This new rig of mine is a plumb ugly thing, but she sure packs a punch.
[IND]Memo Dump. - Dusty Lens - 08-21-2008
Personal Log of Timothy Rhyme, 8-20-817
Oi! Found a bottle of -old- Whiskey in Jay's desk! Reckon I'll just have a nip before setting out!
Personal Log of Timothy Rhyme, 8-21-817
... I have made some terrible mistakes.
Ah, right. Business. Woke upish floating in a wobbish orbit around one of 37s suns with a half dozen Zoners in various states of undress walking about the halls of my ship in various states of groggy hangover. Have a cargohold full of pretty much everything illegal a body can buy with credits and a dwarf with a hammer is currently chipping a makeshift bed in my skull.
Also theres a Harvester sitting outside of my ship with a buncha Outcasts, further confirming that my ship is leaking 02 and that Id best see if any of them Zoners know how to brew up some joe, might as well go out with a cup of coffee in my hand just like mom woulda liked.
Right. Zoners back on their Freeport, my tab with that bar settled vicariously through exorbitant costs for partying aboard the Conquest and Im heading on back to New York with a hold full of Orange. Navmap is all blinkered, apparently it doesnt know how I got out here any better than I do. I reckon that bottle contained some secret properties involving faster than light travel and summoning nekkid ladies. Damn shame I killed the stuff, Ill have to draw some blood later to see whats left of it.
New York, one piece, dropped off the goods and stumbled back to Newark to find a couple of Xenos shooting the place up. I reckoned I could have a lark of it by trading some plasma back but quickly found myself in a bit of a sore spot care of a Bounty Hunter Gunship that had decided to go on a revenge rampage of some kind, backstabbing the local law one by one before they got the wise of him, fellow opted to open up on the Conquest, I was barely able to make it back to Newark in one piece.
So, that fellows going to get smashed up some I think.
Now, Im going to bed.
[IND]Memo Dump. - Fellow Hoodlum - 09-03-2008
Message to: Rhyme.
Oh Timothy, if any more rumours abound concerning a certain Admiral H. Kaiser’s less than militaristic
relationship with any members of this highly professional outfit’s dedicated and extremely hard working
board, there will be hell to pay … And it was Curacao, not Baden Baden. The fishing has been magnificent,
along with one or two other things.
SNN’s girl on the be… ground, one Miss Tracy Lacy has been documenting how the idle rich spend their
waking hours … Though I suspect due to legal reasons and public decency issues, it will never get aired.
Ah well, one can only dream.
I have noticed the constitutional script writers at our illustrious firm of sha… lawyers, The awesomely named
‘Loophole’ Larry Wiles and Associates have finally managed to re-invent Company Policy. We don’t call em
Sue, Sue, Injury Lawyers for you, Declaration, Subpoena and Writ, for nothing you know. Though never to
their faces you understand. Our finances may be good, but not that good.
What a magnificent work of fiction it is and I shall personally be putting it up for inclusion in this year’s
Booker Prize nominations. Fine reading and I bet the shareholders have been dining out on that one for
weeks. Though I feel I ought to make it clear … The old adages concerning free lunches still apply, if it looks
too good to true, it will be … And of course, if you think it looks shady, it is.
The secretary will of course, still disavow any knowledge of your actions, if caught.
I’ll try to get back in the office at sometime in the near future, but don’t count on it.
Till then, carry on regardless..
PS. If the Zoners ever tell you what was in that, they will have to kill you. TAZ keep
their secrets dark for good reasons …
PPS. If my tab is astronomic, better be looking for another position pronto.
That is all.
Message ends:
[IND]Memo Dump. - Fellow Hoodlum - 11-20-2008
Message To: All VPs
Comm ID: Jay Simon.
Seems the office has been a touch quiet lately, and I have to hold my hands up as part of the problem ...
Fishing and paperwork are an awful combination at the best of times, and other distractions of course.
Now, we are trying to get The Epsilon Escort Wing back up to some sort of readiness, if we can get them
get them out of the bar ... And are currently in negotiation with those nice, if not secretive gentlemen
from the S/D Agency, for some of their shiny new ships to play with.
Anyone interested in protecting our money gra.. making concerns, please let me know if you need to
take possession of some keys in the future, to one of these fine vessels.
Sign in anyway, as the expenses chits do need to be checked soon, and turned down for obvious reasons.
The auditors ain't that stupid I'm afraid, and invoices presented for spacecraft removal and storage, the
usually huge sidearm ammunition bills, bar tabs, and other miscellaneous 'personal' services will not be
entertained in the future. You have been warned.
That is all ...
Message Ends:
[IND]Memo Dump. - Seth Karlo - 11-23-2008
[Incoming Message]
[ID: The good ship Sethy]
Ummm, quick question.
Do I need to pay the bar tabs? They've reached 1.6 million... Why yes, we are now in the Tau systems...How did you guess?
In other news, we're set up and raring to go. My ensign is a tad enthusiastic, but the dent in the side of Newark station is barely noticable... We've started doing some trading, one BAF member insisted that he had never seen a lawful trader in Dublin before. To ease his mind, we waited until he was on the other side of the system before <strike>loading up with sythetic marujuana</strike> heading on our way.
The engine's make strange noises every now and again, when the ship dealer told me the ship was cheap... well, I did think 400 thousand credits for a liner was strange, but the O2 sensor's are still in the green. Hang on...I'm not sure they work... Well, if we dissapear you know that...well... you know nothing really. But my will's with my attorney.
I think.
Until next time! And remind the bartender at Newark that we'll send him some flower's if he kindly forget's about our little... party.
[Transmission ends]
//OOC: Just found this:)
[IND]Memo Dump. - AceofSpades - 12-03-2008
Ehhh, Zachary Ryans here on behalf of the Ryans family.
Good to be part of the [IND]. We already got the Ryans Family Transport under the new shipname [IND] Ryans Family Trade and err sounds like Anthony is gunnin' for a chance to do some bomber work. Said he's tired of "Killin' those easy pickin's Navy boys", and I pretended not to hear him.... But yeah, he said he'd love to fly for a more 'honest' cause. So if someone could leave him information on picking up one of these Bounty Hunter bombers, and exactly what he can throw on there, because I'm not sure if he'll give up his inferno without some gunfire.
Ah and speaking of gunfire, Jamie told me to mention that if she hears one cheesy comment about a quick way to make money....