I've had the boys over at Vieques Shipyard increase the Utopia's armour so that she can better protect the stock and; more importantly, myself. It was an expensive investment; but with the law's increased vigilance recently, I had a feeling that it'd come in handy.
Seth, I must say that your bounty against both Mandalorians and Rheinland pilots to be....ill-advised at the least. If you could, in the future, keep your personal vendettas separate from the business, I'm sure that all of OUR employees would be very appreciative.
But in light of the current situation that you have caused, I demand permission to recruit for an elite security force, under my direct command, to protect our....investments. I will be returning to Puerto Rico within the next few days, and I would be pleased to have an answer by my arrival.
Transmission Ends
Characters:
Trygg.Skottkonoung (Mercenary and Gun for Hire)
{SU}DeprivedGentleman (Slave ship under command of Xavier Talbot)
{SU}Xavier.Talbot (Second in command of the Slavers Union, in his personal ship)
Xavier where the frak have you been? Further more what makes you think you can waltse back in here and tell me how to run the Union! The Guntram bounty was for the sake of the Union, it was supposed to make anyone who felt the need to come disrupt our trade second thoughts. It is unfortunate that it has not worked.
Rumors out of Rhiendland are implying that the Mandalorians have accepted a contract on us in exchange to allowed yo fly in Rhiendland again. Some much for those bastards, I told Cain they were not to be trusted.
Xavier if you want to start up some form of fighter wing be my guest. Grab some slaves give em a flight suit and a cheap fighter. I am not spending the money to hire people into our organization who are going to die in a week. Anytime we need some real skill, I'll just hire a temporary merc squad. I can't be bothered with the overhead needed to fund our own militia.
Locale: Outskirts of Manhattan, roughly 15K away from Rochester base:
.. A thick, dark voice begins to mutter coldly, distastefully even into the commsystem of a beaten, worn CSV freighter; "Say, who the hells would willingly pay for a bloody Xeno, anyway..? What use could a sacrificial lamb who's clearly suicidal actually serve..?"
.. His tone was one of sheer mockery as the young blonde-haired pilot gazed over the scene before him with a blank, vacant expression on his facial features; at the fore of his freighter the only sight visible is the daunting Prison Liner Utopia, a ship he was very eager to tag as an "ally" of sorts the moment he laid eyes upon it back in Manhattan's orbit. The ship itself didn't look so imposing, or atleast.. Not until you were in range of what he had estimated to be at least 7 or 8 strategically mounted turrets, all of which appeared to be far more than your typical transport setup. Ryan killed his engines as the Bounty Hunter gunship approached, allowing himself to drift backward and ultimately vanishing from sight behind the Utopia's abusively sleek silhouette.
.. "Well, the Slavers buy Xeno pilots from me all of the time. and I definitely don't mind selling them either, since.. As you said, they're worthless." .. The pilot of the Gunship responded in a calm, cool-measured nature as his words conveyed an obvious lack of concern, or compassion for the souls in his cargo hold. "Are you going to buy these scumbags or not, Slaver..? 100 thousand and they're all yours."
.. "Deal." .. Cain replied simply, appearing entirely satisfied with the Mercenary's offer. "And yes, Ryan, we do have clients who commonly request Xeno pilots.. Specifically. They actually sell for quite alot, as you can see already. I'll have Stan meet you at California, Mercenary. We'll be off now, farewell."
Ryan was hesitant on following the Utopia any further, afterall the whole three hours that he had spent with it's elusive Captain had so far consisted of nothing but vile deeds. They had easily destroyed an entire armada of Xeno fighters, and an unfortunate encounter with an overzealous gathering of Navy pilots had resulted in utter chaos as the Utopia decimated the entire fleet, even going so far as to tractor in the pilots afterwards to add to his lucrative collection of "products."
Ryan was expecting the entire Liberty Military to appear at any moment, he could only continue to down a bottle of scotch and pray that his opportunity to become one of the Slavers wasn't spoiled already. Afterall, he had alot riding on this deal; he had invested his every credit into affording the needed bribes to contact the Union to begin with, and had saved only enough to purchase a decent rig - not to mention his debts, which only continued to become increasingly worse as each day went on. He knew this was the opportunity he needed, though he wasn't sure if the effort would result in equal gain...
.. "We're going to New Castle. We need to get you in a Bactrian, that CSV isn't going to do. First we need to stop in Manchester though, there's a storage depot there that's regulated by the Bounty Hunters - we're going to take it out." .. Cain spoke out to Ryan expectantly, rather casually however as it was apparent that Cain had done these sorts of "missions" many times before; the ex-smuggler had already learned more from the three hours he had spent with Cain than he had in five years of Cardamine smuggling. Perhaps the wheel of time was now spinning in his favour, he thought..? A sly, cool little smile began to play over his features as he felt a sense of relief consume him.
.. "Welcome to the Union, Ryan Valtheran. Just one thing, though..." .. Cain added-on politely, rather sweetly even before suddenly pausing in his words entirely; allowing a moment of silence so as to allow Ryan's mind to wander a little.. ".. Don't fail Seth, Ryan. Especially if you don't intend to be around to face his punishment.."
Ryan shook his head somewhat, his expression suddenly beginning to darken climatically as his wishful thinking had suddenly dissipated, being replaced with the strife and discord of overwhelming anxiety. He had received these sorts of "subtle hints" so many times in the past, and unfortunately for Ryan.. Each time it had always proven to be an accurate advisory, as he always seemed to attract the absolute worse sort of company; it was needed to survive, afterall..
Incoming Transmission
Recipient(s):All Members of the Slavers Union and their Allies Comm ID: Xavier Talbot
Alright men, as you've all probably already heard, Seth has given me permission to start an escort group for the more messy runs and who knows what in the future.
And you all know of what my restrictions are. That said, I want you all to check every head that enters your hold for a military background and keep me informed as to what turns up.
As it stands I still need to do some trafficking to get the funds together to equip them due to Seth's lack of faith in our need for them, so this is a preliminary assessment of what we've been bringing in for product.
Currently the Gentleman is in the docks for some minor repairs and systems overhauls, so this is not an urgent request.
Talbot out.
Transmission Ends.
(ooc: Once I get some cash together I'll be making an official recruitment post, I just thought I'd offer the spots up to Union members first. And I seriously hate dialup, the new mod version is going to take me hours to download.)
Characters:
Trygg.Skottkonoung (Mercenary and Gun for Hire)
{SU}DeprivedGentleman (Slave ship under command of Xavier Talbot)
{SU}Xavier.Talbot (Second in command of the Slavers Union, in his personal ship)
Dunno, Xavier, we might be pushing the envelope here. Slaving and other assorted smuggling is one thing. Putting a private army together might just be asking for trouble.
But, what the hell. In for a penny.. Look for something squat and ugly that says "made in Trafalgar by Junker boobs." on it.
INCOMING TRANSMISSION
COMM ID: Cain Shepard
RECIPIENT: Seth Driskill
Hey Seth,
Remember that job you mentioned a month or so back, military hardware for five hundred heads? Well; I've received word that the delivery has been made, I'll have one of the herders remove our payment from Mr. Williams' ship soon. On this occasion; our 'Client' didn't go to someone else after we'd kept them waiting, next time we might not be so lucky. If we make similar deals in the future; it'd be wise to fulfil them in a timely manner, otherwise we'll have difficulty staying in business.
INCOMING TRANSMISSION
COMM ID: Cain Shepard
RECIPIENT: Seth Driskill
Seth; it's unlikely that you'll ever receive this message but, WHAT THE FRAK WERE YOU THINKING? Weeks of negotiation shot to hell in a minute. I swear to the gods above; if you somehow get out of Sugarland, don't come back to the Union unless you're seeking death.
Nick Tate sat in the bar in Rochester, trying to observe the young man two tables away. Nick has a special reason for his interest in the fellow. A friend had contacted him and told him about a certain Xavier Phelps.
Several things the friend had told Nick generated his interest. Xavier Phelps was a newcomer to Sirius, and was trying to befriend the Junkers. According to Nicks friend, the man was a bit of a rebel. He was also intelligent, outspoken, and eager to learn. All of those qualities made Xavier Phelps a likely candidate for the Slavers Union, especially his disenchantment with the outdated laws and policies of the current House governments.
Nick finally rose and walked over to the mans table. Pardon me, sir, but Ive heard through the grapevine that youre interested in the junk trade
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