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RE: [IND]Memo Dump. - Havok - 01-08-2014



*Aiden, peeking up from paperwork that would be seen on the Video Feed*

'Ah yes, I've been between Wall Street and the Shipyards lately, paperwork is a terrible thing, but someone has to do it.

My Assets are all ready to go and we've got work lined up my friends, and our Personnel Department is looking for suitable people to join the Division."

*The Video Screen flickers off into a black*


RE: [IND]Memo Dump. - Zelot - 01-09-2014

Otis Jethro pulled himself out of bed. The light on his message console was blinking. He checked, then double checked, then triple checked...

'Holy Frak" he thought to himself, "Jay's back....finally." Jethro began to compose a message.


Sender: Otis Jethro, VP of Operations
Location: Where the sun don't shine
Destination: Jay "effin" Simon


Jay you old bastard, finally back huh? I am still kicking around, but we are short on numbers. The margins have been a bit slimmer and the bottom lines a bit lower over the last year. There is work to be done. And I know how much you love work. Get to it boss.

Otis

RE: [IND]Memo Dump. - Arioch - 01-09-2014

As he finished shaking hands with the port authority at Wall Street, Elias Wolfe ventured towards the VP offices, reviewing the days transactions. Content and satisfied with the payment received, he stepped off the lift, and proceeded towards his office, stopping only once along the way.

Sitting down at his desk, and uncorking a bottle of Levi Stroth Single Cask Liberty Single Malt Scotch Whisky aged 21 years, he slowly swirled his glass, noticing the strong aromas infiltrating his nose. With his nose filled with sweet smells, he took a sip and held it, embracing the sweet taste after the burn.

After enjoying his time alone for a few minutes, he switched on the display on his desk, and began his report:

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:::Encryption: High:::
:::Recipient: Aiden Harris:::
:::Subject: Delivery:::

Good day Harris.

I am happy to report that the crew aboard the [IND]Wolf.Treasury has successfully delivered two full loads of Cryocubes to the intended destination for Mr. Bunnett.

Attached to this comm, you will find the signed off manifests, timestamped of course. With luck, tomorrow will go without a hitch and more units will be delivered to our friend in the LSF.

Wolfe signing off

<Click to download attached manifest>

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As he hit send, he leaned back and continued his drink, happy to see Wall Street Station once again come to life with both old and new faces.

[IND]Wolf.Treasury

RE: IND Message Dump - Fellow Hoodlum - 01-11-2014

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:::Encrytion high:::
:::Recipients:::
:::All active VPs:::

Evening all,

Pleased so many of you could make it out in space today, I promise the bar will be re-opened as soon as possible.
Two current contracts were filled in very short space of time and we have received the thanks of the clients, who will be sending more our way in the very near future.
Drinks will be on me ...

That is all.

Jay

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RE: IND Message Dump - danski2011 - 01-15-2014

Matthew Harrison was walking down the corridor of his liner at 2:00 in the morning, for some reason he hadn't been sleeping well since the recent two contracts had been completed. It was probably the fact that he had been on edge for the past week or so what with all those runs up to Gallic space, after all one could never be too careful when carrying questionable goods.

After tossing and turning in his bed for the last hour and a half he decided that trying to get some sleep was a futile effort. Instead he decided to walk to the communications deck, the information he was about to pass along was hardly anything that everyone else wouldn't have read in the recent memos, if anything he was just providing himself with distractions to get over the past week.

Matthew finally reached the communications deck after thirty minutes of wondering around the ship and managing to get lost a few times. he walked into a circular looking room and moved to a central control panel where he pressed a few buttons, shortly after he heard a dull electronic voice "Recording message".

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Matthew took a few moments to make sure the holo-recorder was working and then began to speak, "Good morning everyone, firstly I would like to say that I'm happy that I was able to participate in fulfilling our recent contracts and hope that many more just as profitable as this one come our way soon" He took a moments breath before moving on to the next topic "I would also like to notify those of you that haven't kept up to date with the recent company memos that our licences to carry restricted goods in both Bretonia and Gallia have been updated, along with our Tau trading licence. As im sure you all know this will make our jobs that much easier and more efficient" Matthew was sure that everyone would already know about the information he had just stated but at least it gave him some kind of distraction.

He was just about to say goodbye when he thought of some extra information, "Oh and I think you should all know that right now I'm in the final stages drawing up the plans for a long term contract with a group known as Platinum Incorporated, I'll update you all with further information when all the details have been finalised. Now then I'm going to go get myself a coffee, good morning everyone".

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With that said he pressed another couple of buttons and the same dull electronic voice spoke to him "Message ended, sending message" Matthew waited a few seconds just to make sure that the message had ended and then spun one-hundred and eighty degrees and walked out of the room. After what seemed like forever he finally reached his bedroom - he'd given up on coffee the moment he saw his bed, his nice warm comfy bed, just as Matthew had slipped into bed he heard a rather annoying, dull and somewhat electronic voice "good morning sir, I'ts time to get up" Matthew grunted and pulled himself out of bed and went to go and get ready for the day ahead.

RE: IND Message Dump - Fellow Hoodlum - 01-17-2014

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:::Encryption High:::
:::Recipients: All Ships:::
:::Subject: My Boot up your Arse:::

It has come to my attention through certain channels that a ship carrying our colours was seen supplying a base during a major conflict involving Sirius factions that can only be described as 'AT WAR' .
This is totally unacceptable , and goes against all of our current dictates concerning keeping our noses out of other people's business. It is extremely bad for ours ... Get my drift ?
When I find out who it was, I will be effing feeding him to the Corsairs.

That is all

Jay

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RE: IND Message Dump - Tyler - 01-31-2014

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"I get the feeling you lot seem to be on a permanent holiday. Don't make me hunt your asses and duct-tape you all to your chairs. Either you're in, or out. The Ships Inn is way too often empty and those peasants outside the comforting zone of your walls seem to forget who we are. Pull yourself together. I expect results fast."

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RE: IND Message Dump - Mattew Harrison - 02-08-2014

Matthew had abandoned his nice Renzu Liner for a Tanker, sure it wasn't as nice as the liner but it got the job done. Right now that job was to pilot his ship and it's cargo to Poena Outpost, Poena Outpost was the newest joint venture between the IND and the Reavers. As he got within 5k of the station he moved to the central control area which was above the main body of the ship and presented him with a good view of his surroundings - not that he was flying by sight. After pressing a few buttons at a computer terminal he heard the same dull electronic voice as usual "Docking at hanger B".

A few minutes later Matthew was walking down a corridor to the main communications room, whilst he was doing this his ship was in the process of being unloaded by the people on board the station, overseeing that wasn't a priority, on the other hand contacting Jay Simons was a priority. He really should have gotten round to doing it sooner however he was somewhat busy - and he wanted to give Jay some time to cool off, however he didn't plan on mentioning that in the communication. He got to the main communications room where he pushed in a few buttons, a light to his left turned green indicating the message was recording.


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"Ah hello there, sorry about the late reply I've been rather busy recently and have only just got round to sending you this reply, I believe the person you are talking about may in fact have been me". He took a moment to decide his next words carefully, it wouldn't do him any good to get into more trouble. "Firstly let me begin by apologizing for what happened, this should never have occurred in the first place and for that I am sorry. I'll make sure it doesn't in the future. As for feeding me to the Corsairs I assure you that is absolutely not necessary, I didn't get to where I am now by not being able to get myself out of a tight situation. Now I am confident that this will not pose a problem for either myself personally or the IND, there must simply not be enough evidence to convince the Corsairs either way, if there was I am sure that either I would have been contacted by them or they would have sent someone after me, neither of which has happened".

"Anyway, I should leave you to it, I have work to finish up here at Poena but then I'll be returning home, although I'll make a point of taking a detour to Crete to drop of some food".

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After the message was over Matthew walked back to his Tanker, as he got closer to it he noticed a giant tube on the floor of the hanger, what in the name of all that is holy is that doing there he thought to himself, he looked up and saw a gaping big hole in his ship. That would be the last time he entrusted his ship to anyone else without seeing what the hell was going on.

RE: IND Message Dump - Tyler - 02-08-2014

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"My dearest colleagues, vice presidents and of course president."

"Poena Outpost is a fact. So you are all cordially invited to make a appearance there and enjoy the scenery or watch the occasional light shows offered by the stations security team, who happen to be our partner is this joint venture. I'm talking of course about the Reavers. Mind you, they're not just the the outposts security team, it's also their new home, as they hold, shares in the agreement. Official contracts will be taken care by Mr. Preston, which as you're aware about is the newest addition to our legal team."

"So, welcome the Reavers to their first official home too, as they've always lived on rented space before. We've got slaves with construction experience working day & night on erecting the stations bar as fast as inhumanly possible, to fit the standards of both companies. This outpost will offer us many great possibilities in the future and I sincerely hope develop the already strong bonds between the Reavers and the IND."

"Come all and come on. First rounds are on me."

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RE: IND Message Dump - Dane - 02-26-2014

General Memo:
TO: IND Agents
FM: Dane Mercer.
RE: Introductions

Greetings and Salutations,

Dane Mercer, Esq. at your service ladies and gentlemen (and I use those terms loosely). Having just returned from a long sabbatical, I felt it wise to give a wave. Currently, I maintain a kujira transport flagged under the IND. Her name is Arbitrage, in keeping with the IND tradition. She has been working mainly in Bretonia/Liberty loop.. moving Medical Stasis bands from Cambridge Research Station to Battleship Alma in Hudson. The run is relatively short and the return on investment is satisfactory.

I do have other interests, however, for security reasons and plausible deniability, I think it best not to mention Charlie.The.Unicorn (Junker/Pilgrim Liner), or Bellamya (IDF/ Gallic Adv. Train), which comprise the bulk of my 'ghost fleet'. Of course, while I might have a vested interest in off the books ventures, I couldn't begin to discuss the details of such, as my financial analysts are the detail people.

I maintain offices in most of the major houses, but I call Curacao my home. Please feel free to drop in for a drink sometime.

If I can be of any assistance...

I remain,

Dane