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The Shortest Long Haul - E X O D I T E - 05-23-2020
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'Twas the night before Missionite
the stars burning cold.
Elroy Carpenter and friends
thought it was gold.
But their plans had frayed ends,
yet they were so bold
Eighteen Leaguesmen on the Brick
lodging cables, extra thick
but the equipment in tow
it simply would not go
And so...
Such a chance did they have
such a chance did fate give,
that a Brick did they have
and plans Elroy give
Mama Brick did charge
her Drive so large
the silver's dust
feeding Elroy's lootlust
that the shiny toys
(which enthralled the boys)
would safely arrive
and his plans would thrive
The plan worked perfectly, he must say
and the kit's in its new place to this day.
- The actual entire text of the official AAR of the movement of heavy field assets, 827 A.S.
"Yuss, Missionite."
Elroy Carpenter read the official report submitted by one of the exactly eight women in The League. The unctuous flattery was a nice touch, but it wasn't a spur of the moment idea, but the plan all along. Either way, Grace deserved a raise, he'd have to talk to Willow about that. That report made him smile. Especially how she started stealing his vocabulary. He had coined the terms "lootlust" and "Missionite" to describe something more damn profitable than digging away at floating ore veins or hauling said ore for refinement. His ego grew three sizes that day.
But now, he would have to smuggle this contraband deep deep deep, deep deep deep, (even in his sleep) on the Coyote, because he was officially on vacation and also alseep, only being in the area at all because the luxury oasis he had chartered was in the area, giving him an airtight alibi if the Police started asking questions.
RE: The Shortest Long Haul - E X O D I T E - 06-15-2020
And so wholt0@colonet waited.
The Core had commenced deconstruction of a refinery of unknown provenance, but the Magnificent Lunatic being nearby meant she could broker a deal, perhaps.
The spoils were paltry; clearly the refiners, whatever they had been refining, had taken most of anything of value, but the superstructure and some circuits were still salvageable. The work crew did their job well, and the station was effectively gutted within the hour.
The superstructure in motion would do well to have such wonderful toys on hand in the future, wholt0@colonet reflected, her prize transport delivering the shiny gubbins to the structure still under reassembly.
RE: The Shortest Long Haul - E X O D I T E - 06-22-2020
Third Party Assets rolled up in the middle of Vespucci to actually move the hunk of metal, gutted of sensitive components and personnel for safety. Those were ready and waiting on Mag Lun, Badlands Ranger, Fortune's Fancy, and others.
Elroy Carpenter, the chief paper-pusher around... couldn't really do much. Apparently things like specialization and division of labour left him not even able to give the order for the operation to go, he was just stuck observing that it would go as planned. He remembered the good old days when he was actually getting his hands dirty handling projects, as opposed to just rubber-stamping them and embezzling money.
Before his eyes, the people whose jobs it was to keep things running executed the jump, bringing the station to Omicron Delta.
Elroy did finger a brass plaque, intent on placing it upon the archway into the main atrium. It read:
Kemmerer Supply Station