+- Discovery Gaming Community (https://discoverygc.com/forums)
+-- Forum: Role-Playing (https://discoverygc.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?fid=9)
+--- Forum: Unofficial Factions and Groups (https://discoverygc.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?fid=67)
+--- Thread: IND Message Dump (/showthread.php?tid=2243)
[IND]Memo Dump. - Skyelius - 01-10-2010
The foggy self-viewer could barely show the relatively young man's half-shaved face, as dark as small office had gone, it was still better than being detected by those two bombers that popped up on the scanner.
Mr. Brennen found himself attending certain hygiene issues while waiting the inminent threat out. Suddenly, his plan is ruined.
"Priority message, sir! It's from Mr. Simmons!"
Jarren accidentally cuts his face with the shaving tool, and screams "GAAAAAAAAHHH!". Seconds later, the heat detection alarm goes off and the computer shouts "Incoming missile!".
"Why did it have to be now!", the man activates the defense grid and wipes some of the blood with his flight suit's sleeves. The ship is rocked back and forth with projectiles and heavy guns, while the pilot voices in a few commands: "Computer, jettison 500 units of Boron on my signal.."
6 hours later...
"Just look at that, have you ever seen a hole that big since we ran into those Sigma rats?"
Jarren remembers the transmission that had caused all that trouble, giving away his position in the debris field. "Ah, the boss. Great. Thank the heavens it's only my signature. I'll read through it later."
He sits down and grabs a touchpad, then signs in his name and a memo:
"Associate Jarren Brennen, Interspace Neuralnet Division property holds Gross Profit [Active Service], Invisible Exports [Out of Service]. I accept the new terms, of course. The delay comes off my next funds share, chief."
[IND]Memo Dump. - centauri5pirate - 01-11-2010
Cutter was sitting at his desk on the 13th level of Newark Station, grumbling about the new stack of paperwork that was just dropped off to him.
"Never ending piles of monkey crap." he said out loud, to a now empty room. He glanced out his window, watching a squadron of LPI fighters halt a train headed for Manhattan, wishing he was behind the helm of the Goose. Hopefully 2 more days is this office and he'd get everything caught up, then it would be off to the Tau's again, to check on his new property and a small break from the workload.
Another knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. His secratary walked in and placed a large envelope on his desk, marked PRIORITY in red letters across the front. He nodded and waved her off.
He leaned back in his leather chair and proceeded to peruse the contents of the envelope. "Another contract to sign." he commented to himself. "I hope this coming year comes with a little less paperwork and some more down time. If the money wasn't so good, I'd probably retire now."
He let out a chuckle. The money was REAL good. More than a hundred poor bastards could hope to make in their lifetime working some dead-end job on Manhattan or in the debris fields. After looking through everything and seeing no real changes, he grabbed his gold pen and scrawled his signature on the end page. After sealing the envelope, he grabbed a fat cigar and locked his office, making his way to Jay Simon's office on the top level.
[IND]Memo Dump. - Fellow Hoodlum - 01-14-2010
Jay sat back, and shuffled through the returned paperwork. Pretty good percentage again replied, they
knew which side their bread was buttered when it came to making credits ...
He took the contracts one by one, and fed them into a small machine under the desk, which carefully lifted
the signature and dates off them, and put those back onto fresh ones fed from a small stack on top.
"There, thats better ... Love em, yes. Trust em, now that's an entirely different matter."
He quietly chuckled, and reached for his comms unit.Larry, could you send a courier over please, need to file the new contracts with your office."
He finally leant back into his large comfortable chair, and lit a top quality Gran Canarian Romeo y Julietta.It was going to be a better quarter, the chat with The Commissar had been fairly productive, now he just
needed to find one or two good contacts up in Gallia.
"Sophie, fire up the Gaggia me dear, best Pineal Elephant beans please, be down in a moment." ...
[IND]Memo Dump. - Fellow Hoodlum - 01-14-2010
++++ Incoming Transmission ++++
From: The Bossman.
To: You lot.
There seems to be a current trend for playing with the identification lighting on all Sirius shipping
at the moment. This is causing some confusion with the authorities, which in itself is not a terrible
thing, but our cargo tracking office has reported some minor glitches with consignment updating
software protocols. Over my head, but I can't argue with them.
Could you stick to the standard configurations for now, or use the low light 'purple option' only,
till the boffins at Renzu finish the project codenamed 'Black Chameleon'... More on that later.
That is all.
To: You lot.
There seems to be a current trend for playing with the identification lighting on all Sirius shipping
at the moment. This is causing some confusion with the authorities, which in itself is not a terrible
thing, but our cargo tracking office has reported some minor glitches with consignment updating
software protocols. Over my head, but I can't argue with them.
Could you stick to the standard configurations for now, or use the low light 'purple option' only,
till the boffins at Renzu finish the project codenamed 'Black Chameleon'... More on that later.
That is all.
++++ Transmission Ends ++++
[IND]Memo Dump. - Koolmo - 01-14-2010
----Broadwave Message----
"Hic! Heya bosh, it's me lot! I'm jusht Hic! sittingsh on the Du-hic! doo-hic! Damn hiccu-hic! Anyhoo, I'm on the DuMau-hic! Bugger! It's erm, itsh... well, it's got shome really niish hic! lightsh, and I wanted to keep hic! Keep ems. Can I? They goesh well with the hic! gin, and itsh hic! the festive sheason and all, hic!, and I shink theysh nice! Sho there.
'Sh Jan, jush sho you hic!
----Message Terminated----
[IND]Memo Dump. - Kyte_ - 01-14-2010
Sasha returned to her office on Newark and hit the Com button at her desk.
"James, let's see about getting our ships into sexy, purple, subdued numbers."
"Yes, Miss Castille", James clipped back.
She knew it would be taken care of and she was thankful for James and his sense of urgency. Sasha had become accustomed to never having to wait long for her orders to be carried out. James usually anticipated her and would have most issues ironed out prior to Sasha even taking notice of them. But this Rhineland situation was starting to disturb her. Increased Patrols in Hamburg, especially.
"This might require some consideration...", her voice trailed off.
[IND]Memo Dump. - centauri5pirate - 01-15-2010
*****INCOMING TRANSMISSION*****
COMM ID: CUTTER'S GOOSE
ACCESS ID: 118032b-PO
LOCATION: Newark Station, New York
MESSAGE DESTINATION: ALL IND PERSONNEL
MESSAGE COMMENCING......
Greetings employees,
An opportunity has arisen that one of you may be interested in. As you may or may not know, a new species of fish was recently discovered on Planet Junyo in the Shikoku system. The name of this fish is the Humbadooba and is considered extremely rare and endangered and therefore considered illegal to catch and possess. As most of you are aware, my love of sushi knows no bounds and I hear that this particular species makes quite a dish. I have a contact on Planet Junyo that has "acquired" a small number of these fish and I need someone who is willing to make a run to pick them up and deliver them to Newark.
Due to the risk involved, I am willing to pay 20 million credits to the first employee who can do this. The mission parameters are to make contact with a man known as Mr. Hanoi at the Rising Sun bar, two blocks west of our docking bay on Junyo, pick up 5 crates of these fish (// 50 luxury food), and return them to Newark. They have already been paid for, so your out of pocket expenses will only be the loading fee. As usual, I require visual confirmation of the pick up on Junyo and the delivery at Newark. Guncam footage in front of the Planet and Station with cargo contents will suffice.
One more thing.... this fish is extremely perishable so time is of the essence. Some loss is to be expected, but if more than 50% is lost, I will be rather annoyed.
Good luck, that is all.
-Cutter out.
......END TRANSMISSION
*****LINK TERMINATED*****
[IND]Memo Dump. - Kyte_ - 01-15-2010
Sasha picked up the transmission immediately...
"James, let's grab that cargo for our friend, eh?"
"Enroute, Miss!"
"Don't disappoint me, James!"
Sasha smiled and poured herself a cup of spiced tea and returned to her chair. A smile stealing it's way to her lips...
"Sushi..."
"Miss Castille. I'm afraid the parcel has already been picked up and will be arriving shortly, however, I did take the liberty of picking up a load of diamonds to bring back to Manhattan. I hope this will ease the disappointment."
She could hear the disappointment in his voice. Sasha smiled, knowing that he'd never return home empty handed. When the world gives you lemons...
"Well done, James. Bring those sparklies on home!" Sasha concluded.
That fish would probably have stunk up my holds anyway.
Sasha, grabbed her halo pad and scribbled off a quick memo to [IND]Casual.Friday, it read:
Great Job!
The early bird does get the raw fish!!!
She laughed, and hit the send button.
[IND]Memo Dump. - Zukeenee - 01-15-2010
Comm ID: Andy Harris, Casual Friday
Transmit to: Cutter, Newark
I don't go up to Kusari much. Dangerous place, it is. But, I was already headed up to the Kepler system when I got your message, so I figured, "why not?" Shikoku's not too far into Kusari, anyway. Less chance to meet up with a farmer.
I met with this Hanoi fellow, and he told me the crates would be loaded in a few minutes. I think he misheard me, though, or the dockworkers misheard him. Anyway, there was some failure in communication somewhere. I got your five crates... and then some! I got back to the docks to find the Friday filled to the brim with raw fish of all kinds. It was, to say the least, quite a shock. I did make sure, though, that your Humbadooba were in there with all the others before taking off. They were the last crates loaded, so they'd be the first to come off at Newark.
Here's the proof of purchase, from Junyo to Newark:
Pick up
Drop off
Enjoy your fish. There was some loss, of course, but nowhere near that 50% you mentioned. Now I've gotta figure out what to do with the rest of it. Fast. As if the stuff doesn't smell bad enough when it's not rotting... eugh.
And Sasha? Better luck next time.
Regards,
Andy
[IND]Memo Dump. - centauri5pirate - 01-15-2010
*****INCOMING TRANSMISSION*****
COMM ID: CUTTER'S GOOSE
ACCESS ID: 118032b-PO
LOCATION: Newark Station, New York
MESSAGE DESTINATION: ANDY HARRIS
MESSAGE COMMENCING......
Greetings Andy,
I must say I am impressed with your swift delivery of my cargo. This is the exact reason why our great company stands far above the rest, employees like you. Also, your bonus of the extra fish will keep my sushi chef busy for months to come.... I couldn't be happier. I must say that this Humbadooba fish makes quite an excellent meal and I will be bringing some down to The Ship Inn as soon as my chef finishes preparing it. Have the Cardi Brandy cocktails and fine cigars ready.
In the immortal words of the ancient writer back on old Earth, Douglas Adams..... "So long, and thanks for all the fish."
-Cutter out.
......END TRANSMISSION
*****LINK TERMINATED*****