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[IND]Memo Dump. - Ophiuchi - 12-10-2008
to: Jay Simon, CEO, IND
from: Chjin, Chujo, KNF
Konnichiwa, Jay-san!
Unfortunately, old friend, we have had very little time to cast flies or share tea. I apologize for coming to you now with "official" business. Your humble pardon.
I trust you have learned by now of an incursion by one of your newer IND vessels into Hiroshima system, which is in violation of the Kusari Legal Codex. When apprehended in Honshu, your pilot claimed a navcomp malfunction, which we find interesting, as your pilot travelled successfully through three remote and uncharted systems without noticing this malfunction.
However, as a gesture of good will, we would be willing to credit the 5 Million in fines paid by your pilot towards our Consulate's berthing fees at Newark Station.
We in turn would encourage all your employees to visit our Consulate and pick up copies of the Kusari Legal Codex.
We would also consider licensing a small number of your pilots for Hiroshima access, for the standard licensing fees, of course.
Please join our Consul General, Bo Sun Gen, aboard the Kusari.Consulate to discuss possible licensing agreements when he arrives in two weeks' time. Or, visit us in Kusari. The Kyushu mudweasels are in rut, and it is a most amusing sight!
Kampai!
Chijin, Chujo
for KNF High Command
[IND]Memo Dump. - Fellow Hoodlum - 12-10-2008
Message To: You lot ...
Comm ID: Boss Man
It appears that someone got up the KNF's nose last night, and had to cough up a fine ... Out of your pocket
old son I'm afraid. If you want to take the shortcuts, up to you, but follow the Kusari Legal Codex to the letter
please. Don't need grief from the Houses, they are our bread and butter, without their sayso, we don't make
credits. Licensing negotiations will be undertaken for all pilots in the future.
Till then, don't cut corners, or pay up and move on ...
I'd like to see some reports on movement, and bottom line profit/loss figure double quick as well, from all of
you very soon, I'm not bloody doing it all. What do get paid for anyway ? Sharpish like.
That is all ...
Jay
Message ends:
[IND]Memo Dump. - Eppy - 12-10-2008
***Incoming Transmission***
***Comm ID: Benjamin Eppstein, Waterloo, Executive Lounge***
***Target ID: Boss Man***
***Re: Accounting Practices***
***Comm ID: Benjamin Eppstein, Waterloo, Executive Lounge***
***Target ID: Boss Man***
***Re: Accounting Practices***
As you say, Jay. We don't do a lot of work in Kusari, particularly since we're...ehm...marooned at Southampton waiting repairs on that faulty reactor core, so, while Company Assets Insurance Dept. covers the whole thing, we're not taking in any money...
I'd like your input on a new venture I've been thinking of...as soon as I get this old girl off her rumpus and back to work I'd like to discuss incorporating a Cruise Liner division. My boys in Acquisition were poking around and saw a very, very interesting ship of rather grand dimensions go up for sale and decided to write it up as an exploratory venture, nicely covered and paid for by Business Expenses. They're going to scream bloody murder when they find out, but they wrote their own book, not us, so they're paying for it... Anyways, call me; it's an expensive startup, but I've got lines into some very high-paying customers, not to mention since it'd be relicensed as a civilian passenger vessel it lowers a lot of the trade restrictions, allowing a very nice avenue for delivery of more explicitly purchased cargo. We'll be bloody rich. Er.
-Ben
***End Transmission***
[IND]Memo Dump. - Seth Karlo - 12-10-2008
[Incoming Transmission]
[The Sethy]
Hello Jay!
Accounts? Well, we've been making...ummm...millions...yeh.
Anyway, the children on board have decided that the forward section of Deck 4 is there own domain, and they'll kill any fool over 10 who wander's too far into that section.
We managed to repair the hull breach where the kid's managed to convince the weapons system's that there was a corsair in my bunk... I did love those wooden carvings... ah well.
On other notes, well, kinda other notes, Harry (My weapons commander) decided to test the weapons system's when we had the Liberty Dreadnought San Francisco targeted... Luckily Captain Kellis was understanding, and the little donation into his pension fund stopped him turning the Sethy into scrap.
Haven't seen many of you out recently, which is a shame. Sarah (Sensor jockey) decideed to flirt with a Wild pilot, and we were VERY lucky the sigma 13 jump hole was phase alligned or we could have been floating in space.
We had a few Skyblast B turret's installed a little while ago to help us stay safe, which was nice, but we very rarely have hostilities. Most of the time we just pay the pirate's, it's easier than the confrontation to be honest.
Out of curiousity, does the IND have any spare armor set's lying around? We're not really armoured very much, which is a shame and a pain at times.
The Sethy signing out.
[Transmission ends]
[IND]Memo Dump. - Nightsmoke - 12-10-2008
[Incoming Transmission]
To: The Big Boss Man
From: Otis Jethro
Location: Planet Leeds
Gah Jay, I already said it was a systems malfunction, cost me a pretty penny too. Don't know why them noodle munchers are so damned pissed, I just funded one of their freaking Chimeras. Anyway, even with a few, "deductions" recently, my account is way in the black. Our little convoys recently have pushed the my numbers way up. Had to replace a few turrets that damn hacker Phate blew off. So in the end the last two days my numbers have been off, but I am still way way up for the last fiscal quarter, and projections are expecting profits to be even stronger next quarter.
Epsilon wing is proceded on time and on budget. Newark is housing the wing at the moment, and just last night I was able to take out Chapter 11 when I got a distress call from good Timithy, some pirate in a GB was hasseling his Whale, I mean come on, a Gun Boat messing with a whale. Anywho, I hoped on 11 and sped out there, taking the bloody fun-boats attention for a while so Tim could get clear. Since there was no need to kill the Gent after Tim was away, and not wanting to spend anymore than I was already going to in repairs, I headed back to Newark.
Oh, and by the way, I think we may need to make a rule about Ted drinking and flying that bomber, I am not sure it is going to be safe for any of us.
Once these turrets are replaced, I'll be on my way back to Newark, please ask Sophie to have a bottle of the good stuff ready when I get back, I am going to need a drink.
Later Boss Man.
[Transmission End]
[IND]Memo Dump. - Dusty Lens - 12-12-2008
*click and a whir*
Timothy Rhyme, business expense report.
Right, I think the good lord is going to be submitting an account of our earlier venture, moving pharmacuticles in from Bretonia to alleviate some need or another on behalf of the good populace of Liberty on behalf of some party somewhere.
But that's neither here nor there.
Shortly after the shipment had been delivered, somewhat worse for wear due to, well, fate, as it were. Oh yeah, thanks muchly for the drink, set it down over there.
Where was I? Right, the rest of the boys headed out to conclude whatever business they had in mind whilst I took it upon myself to stargaze outside of Newark for a spell. Happened to be that Newark pinged me that a flood of squawks, and a few claims, was coming up from Texas singing tunes about some of those robot things the Junkers are always making doe eyes at, the Harvesters.
Given that I wasn't overly concerned about a pair of heavies putting the hurt on my evening I decided I'd head over to the Texas gate to see what's what, which turned out to be a trio of the annoying things. They prattled on like a group of broken records, floudering about shouting that all weapons systems were engaged etcetera etcetera. They were giving me the stink eye, but when they came to realize that I wasn't going to be giving them a chance of fair play they decided to fly up to Manhattan orbit, where they proceeded to blow the heck out of any and everything that wasn't, well, the planet mostly.
The boys in Newark were pretty angsty about that, it seems, as they were sqwaking up a storm about cerb bolts smacking their shields, so I managed to call in a possee of a pair of Naval pilots and, to my delight, what turned out to be a Liberty Battle Cruiser that was lifting off deck just to make some fire.
Well, long story short, two of 'em were turned inside out in short order with the third having wandered off somewhere. With the burning debris of thier ships marking a delightful return to calm I opted to head back to Newark to enjoy a glass or two, oh, and make this report. Which I just did, am, anyways, that's one for the books.
I'll upload any captures I may have gathered sometime down the road, as there's a couple 'o doozys I'm sure.
Rhyme, signing out and cheers.
*click*
[IND]Memo Dump. - Reverend Del - 12-12-2008
Incoming Transmission
Comm ID: Maj.Gen.(Ret.) Lord, Prof, Sir Gregory Bayliss M.Phil CBE
Location: Newark Station, Manhattan Orbit.
Yes, quite well, now Sophie's set me up with my first tipple of the evening, I shall get to writing the accounts of our last two evenings worth of trading. Our first evening, not two days past, consisted of multiple trading vessels all carrying the IND banner. Myself in the Trade Surplus, the Virgin Conquest, the Bulls'N'Bears, Jihad Trader and Trader Jay himself. We ran a colourful and varied route taking us throughout Sirius and depositing much needed commerce in the hands of those less fortunate than ourselves. Of course profit was in our hearts and minds at all times, but nonetheless many a good deed was done.
Our one minor hiccup was the pirate Phate, cropping up in California just past the Cortez gate, My Whale was no match for a fully outfitted anything, let alone a Lane Hacker Gunship. I elected to employ some of the tactics I used to teach at Sandhurst Training College, and legged it. Seems though, that the mighty Jihad Trader and the less mighty Virgin conquest did not manage to escape and were collared by Phate for cash. We were lucky not to lose our cargoes I suppose, and we all eventually made it back to Newark in one piece.
The second evening, just this very night, consisted of a much more balanced force consisting of myself in the Profit Margin, Jay in the Board.Room, Jake Koolmo in the Koolmo's Kiss, gentleman Joe in the Jihad Trader, Conrad Black in the ship of the same name and Otis Jethro in the Bulls'N'Bears, once again we were headed away to sell and make money, this time through Magellan with a boatload of Boron. we encountered the pirate known as FarCry, who fell for our little trap having pirated the Bulls'N'Bears just moments before, thinking us all to be Whale's he found us at the border station and discovered we were not such easy prey, our surprise attack rendered his ship useless and the final shot was claimed by the Jihad Trader.
Continuing our run we found ourselves in Tau-37 and something strange found us. Joe did not know what it was, but I, a veteran of countless military showdowns and having fought in that most secret of wars, knew exactly what it was, although I am not willing to broadcast it on such an open channel. Suffice to say it was big blue and quite, quite dangerous. Fortunately it seemed more inquisitive than harmful and we remained unmolested. We were accosted by a ship, regarding our chosen escort vessels, but more of that on a securer network. The rest of our run was incident free and I'm glad to report all made it back safely to Newark.
Anyway back to drafting those insurance protocols, and the Epsilon Squadron hiring guide. Must stay sober or it'll all look rubbish.
Lord Bayliss out.
[IND]Memo Dump. - Fellow Hoodlum - 12-15-2008
Message to: The 'Ex' Vice Presidents
Comm ID: Jay Simon
I received this little number from one of our fine tail light checkers the other evening ... I see we are
having a minor problem with squawk boxes again. I would suggest this little matter is addressed with
the most expedient haste, or executive washroom keys will be removed again ...
And the small matter of the overtime I had to cough up for the cleaners to sort the bar out, after the
'festivities' got out of hand. Its coming out of your Christmas bonuses ...
That is all.
Jay
Message ends:
[IND]Memo Dump. - Coin - 12-17-2008
To: Fellow Hoodlum Interspace Neuralnet Division CEO
CC: Interspace Neuralnet Division
From: Sup.Com. Mudslinger, White Tigers Leader
Subject: Greetings and Salutations.
Dear Sirs,
I would like to take this opportunity to introduce myself as the leader of the White Tigers, a Mercenary Faction based in Cambridge. We are a purely lawful faction, interested in the protection of the Bretonian economic hegemony rather than the collection of bounties.
We regularly fly escort & patrol wings across Sirius; should you or yours require use of our services, please do not hesitate to contact a [WT]-tagged ship. In recognition of your sterling work supporting the economy of Bretonia, such escort work would be at preferential rates.
Furthermore, we are pleased to announce that we have designated our relationship as 'Esteemed Colleagues', which is to say allies in all but name.
Should you have any queries, a message via private communications or in our message dump will receive a quick reply.
Yours,
Mudslinger
[IND]Memo Dump. - Koolmo - 12-17-2008
Transmission to: Jay Simon, Interspace NeuralNet Div.
CC: Kitty Kitty Kitty & Co.
Comm ID: Jakie Koolman
Boss, I wouldn't trust these guys to defend a wet paper bag. Every time I go past, another one of them is puking his guts out, or getting shot, or generally being an arse. Plus, we've got the Epsilons anyways, eh? Don't need to contract out to dubious sources, especially not a bunch of folks named after a cat...
Although, if they're willing to give me said cat, I may reconsider my words... A big one, with stripes.
Oh, and some kind of harness, so he can fit in my bomber.
Jakie out.