' "A New Type of Crime" - Recent Innovations in Ship Design Among Criminal Groups of the Omegas
at 7pm on Friday
in Lecture Theatre 1,
The Guildhall,
(orbital location tba.)
All welcome. Entry free without a ticket.
Followed by a wine reception.
For further details, contact Front Desk, Capetown Station.
AGM 817
Saturday
Alabama Shipyard.
9.30 Coffee on arrival
10.00 Jeff Phelps (APM)
' The APM Fleet - "Where Are We Going Today?" '
10.30 Balthazzar Kratos (APM)
' "Piracy - An Acceptable Business Overhead?" '
11.00 Discussion, followed by a short break
12.00 AGM business meeting (see overleaf for agenda)
1.00 Lunch
2.15 Jonathan Wright (Cambridge Research Institute)
' "You Can't Make an Omelette without Breaking A Few Eggs"' - Re-defining the ethical treatment of live test subjects '
2.45 Johann Von Hoffman (Daumann Heavy Construction)
"Recession? What recession?" - War as a business opportunity '
3.15 Discussion, followed at around 4.15 by tea/coffee
4.45 Panel discussion
Commentator: Edward James Harland (APM)
Shareholders are invited at their own expense to join the committee and speakers for dinner after the AGM. Details of the dinner will be given on the day.
R.S.V.P. - Obviously as a speaker, I will be in attendance. I plan on bringing several members of my staff and ship crew as well. Please ensure that catering has enough seats for all those in attendance.
During the business meeting - I missed the overleaf attachment - I plan on announcing two promotions and I believe that we have some bonus checks to hand out as well, if there's no objection.
Side note: We've about completed our study of Dabadoru Station and the actual guild requirements out here, as opposed to what they had us build.
Jeff Phelps, CEO, AP Manufacturing
Captain, APM-Sagittarius
Attached: Attendance Roster - Jeff Phelps, CPT, APM-Sagittarius; Alyssa Conklin, FO, APM-Sagittarius, Talena Delarosa, Executive Secretary, Alexander Ogilvie, ENG, APM-Sagittarius
(11-21-2013, 12:53 PM)Jihadjoe Wrote: Oh god... The end of days... Agmen agreed with me.
This is Kratos, captain of the APM-Cancer speaking.
*looks at the sign*
All welcome. Entry free without a ticket.
Nice to see that we're....
Followed by a wine reception.
...welcome. *grins* I have been preparing important documents and my crew has delivered me some very important statistics. You can be sure ill make the morning very interesting. We all know overhead expenses include accounting fees, advertising, depreciation, insurance, interest, legal fees, rent, repairs, supplies, taxes, neuralnet bills, travel and utilities costs... but I'm going to discuss about piracy as an important element in our usual expenses. Sounds silly? Wait till you <strike>hear my rant</strike>*cough* see the numbers...
Incoming Transmission
Comm ID: Alyson Lear, Captain, APM-Virgo
Location: In transit, Omega-3
Hello there fellow captains, and a special greetings to the boss of course. My crew and I will endeavor to make this event, and barring any unforeseen spatial anomalies, will be there in plenty of time for the pre-party festivities. Please make room for me and my partial crew of 8. I believe the rest will be coming as well, but breaking off a bit beforehand for some super-secret reunion that I'm not supposed to know about.
It'll be good to see everyone together again. Heaven knows we've been a long time apart.
Sarah Gallagher, of the APM trading vessel Libra, was one of the first to leap to her feet and rush to the front. "Somebody get a doctor!" she called, trying to take Graves' pulse and failing. She'd never been particularly skilled at first aid.
As Graves' pale, pasty and lifeless trunk was stretchered out, Mr. Edward James Harland, APM's Board Chairman, stepped up to the podium.
"It appears Mister Graves is unwell. I suggest no one touch the shellfish."
There was an awkward moment as the crowd harumphed, guffawed and scoffed. Someone even ahemed.
Harland continued,
"In light of this unfortunate event, I propose we proceed to the viewing platform. I understand our prototype was to be unveiled as part of Mister Graves' presentation."
They filed out noisily, clutching drinks and olives on cocktail sticks.
The magnitude of what had just happened didn't quite seem to affect Alyson. At least not yet. She was still savoring the taste of the pastry she just ate, and would forever associate its sweet tanginess with the sight of Graves slumping over, lifeless.
Still, the shock and lack of emotional response was useful. She filed out with the rest of the group, silent, trailed by her crew. While doctors and medics attended to the probably-dead man on stage, Alyson lost herself in the crowd, following the push of the current to the viewing platform.
Garret Goderich came rushing in the doors, late, his large frame heaving from loss of breath. In his hands were the documents his engineering team's work on engine assembly and powerplants for warships.
"Sorry I'm late," Garret wheezed, "Had a run in with a Corsair in the Omeg......."
The old salty dog had just realized that no one was shocked at his late arrival. Indeed they all seemed stirred up by a comotion and were heading away towards the viewing area. He noisily threw his folder on the table, jammed his fists in his pockets, and lumbered towards the crowd.
"What happened?" asked Garret to the closest board member, "Wasn't Mr Graves supposed to be giving an introductory speech and tell us the new direction?
"Shhhh," was the responce, "Mr Graves passed away, Mr Harland is continuing on."
Garret Goderich reeled at the news. Mr Graves Dead! Surely he wasn't much older than Garret himself. Will the old salty dog, himself, meet his end soon?
Frowning, Garret rubbed his forehead and than cleared his mind of the troubling thoughts. He looked up and gave his full attention to the meeting, he was sure the news of what happened to Mr Graves will be told afterwards.