TAZ Message Dump

[Malaclypse 666]

Message to: Mandalore Cabot
Comm ID: Malaclypse

John,

Well, you requested an audience, and we got one!

I was extremely pleased with your enthusiasm this evening. I didn't know your lads were so keen on Dung Sculptures.

Now, if only our squatters could get into the Festival Spirit, our Security teams could relax and enjoy the fun as well.

I hope your accomodations in Port Canaria will be satisfactory. Thanks again to you and your comrades for joining me at Sophie's. I'm sure Reggie will be along shortly to say hello. He's been a bit occupied and distracted lately.. Bloody Irish redheads! I'll have several pitchers of Reggie's signature Mint Julips sent over as a nightcap.

(Oh, and Madam Suzanna, I hope you enjoyed the Chardonnay.. )

Regards,
Mal

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[LancerZero]

Message to: Temp-Auto-Z-Z-Z-Z-ZOOOOONE!
Comm ID: Linus, aboard the Ravenhurst
Location: Planet Honshu, Honshu System

Sorry 'bout the delay, Episkoperson - them uptight State Police types wanted ta know how my hold came to be filled wi' civvy pilots an' whatnot. Told 'em I'd sooner haul 'em to Honshu than leave 'em in space, an' fer some reason the answer failed t'satisfy. Anyhow, got it all straightened out, an' I'm on my way to Canaria.

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[Laviene]

**Incoming Transmission**

Source: Under a table, in some bar, on some planet, in some system..
Comm ID: Laviene of the Syadasti
Destination: To all TAZ (those not too busy with the festivities at least..)


Hey boyos an' girlies..

There's bad news and good news. Bad first: I seem to have lost the keys to my ship, and forgot to install the magnet hide-a-key as well.. The only thing I can find is my wallet, although that's getting light as well.. what with the insane prices a simple ale goes for in this pub, I miss the Canaria..

Anyhoo.. One of those creepy suit-type people approached me here in the bar with a proposition.. By conveying some of his associates in a trip around Sirius, exploring the various systems, he is willing to pay an insane amount of credits. He doesn't seem at all reputable, but he is even providing the liner, brand new for the shipyard.

Feeling a bit down, and with the proverbial gift horse staring at me, I felt it was time for a change.. I'm catching the first transport to Curacao to pick up the liner, and shall be back out in the boonies in no time..


Lavi


//OOC: Will be going on vacation soon, 'til the end of March. Will be back then.

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I can resist everything except temptation..

[marauder]

To: anyone bothered to read it
Comm ID: Me
Subject: Make space
Message:

Hello there.

You've been described as loonies, religous nuts, barmy farmers, smugglers, heavy drinkers, druggies and various other monikers that escape me at the present.

You sound alot like me.

So, can I join your merry band of degenerates, drinkers and smokers of strange substances?

Hopefully your new wingman,

Marauder

Message ends:

**OOC**
This is my 'offical' request to for my former RM character to join the [TAZ] reasons to be posted as and when I get around to it.

[Malaclypse 666]

Malaclypse to Marauder:

Within some of the strange sub-frequencies of your communication, you have conveyed the secret words.

Somehow you have come across one of the secret Mantras which the TAZ embrace...

...that Mantra is "when I get around to it."

That's good enough for me, sir. You'll fit right in.

Pick up your FnordNet Transponder on Shasta Outpost, when you get around to it...

Feunf Tonnes oder Flaxen,

Mal

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[marauder]

To: Anyone else out there
Comm ID: who do you think?
Subject: umm...
Message:

Thank you very much. As soon as I can convince these guys in this bar that they can't drink me under the table I will proceed to 'shasta outpost' by flying in the wrong direction and getting :please choose:

A) lost
B) in trouble
C) shot at alot
D) all of the above

:thank you for your selection: So I'll see you when I get there.

your grateful, <strike>possibly</strike> definately (edited by the comm terminal) drunk, wingman

Marauder

Message ends:

[marauder]

To: er... what group did I join again?
Comm ID: Not sure
Subject: Big flat UFO
Message:

It's me again.

If you know who 'me' is, drop me a line and remind me.

Anyhow, on to what I wanted to tell you, whoever it is I addressed this to.

After <strike>stealing</strike> 'acquiring' a starflier. Which reminds me, always make sure your ship of choice has a CM dropper and flares, saves lotsa trouble with 'unhelpful' people who want you to stop.

I managed to trade it in for a startracker. Then I ... er... word begins with F, has something to do with birds?

Anyway, I'm in, er... rheinland I think, doing some trading until they let me have another ship I've found. The ship guy kept saying that my trade value was too low, whatever that is.

Oh, and some mouthy bugger in this big flat looking ship was following me around, no idea why. It was a something dessie, I think...

your er... something snazzy, still drunk and hungover (edited by comm terminal) wingman

Whatever my name is

Message ends:

[Malaclypse 666]

Well, Sirius, I never thought it would come to this, but Baffin now has its first official candidate for what I shall choose to call our "Spittin' List".

The primate aboard the "Belphegor" is hereby banned for all time and eternity from Baffin; for the crime of general disdain, disrespect, ignorance of TAZ history, customs, and system ownership; and because he got up my nose like no one has in a long, long time. He also showed a general disregard for the community by stating he "couldn't be bothered" to read or post in the forums.

All TAZ vessels are hereby authorized to engage and destroy the "Belphegor" each and every time he violates Baffin space. He will remain KoS in Baffin until such time as he demonstrates some courtesy and respect for the TAZ, its history, and its customs.

-buttcheek Imprimatur here-

Malaclypse, Episkopos, COEE, TAZ

(CC to TAZ dump.)

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[wrathkin]

$Incoming message
$Remote ID: Sebastian Wrath
$Remote location: Calif?rnia
$To: Malaclypse (the younger^666? Now that's young!)
$Re: Debts to be paid

Kallisti!

Mal, I was looking for you as I made landfall on Canaria yesterday, but to no avail. Today, I am going to be at a meeting with some squares, and expect to be stuck dirtside. They may even have suits! If I survive, I'll contact you to settle the debt as soon as possible.

Regards,
Sebastian - a man with a pipe and a grin.

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John Johnson - Master of Synth.Foods-Convoy|049
Hans Adler - Synth Foods escort wing

Sebastian Wrath - Zoner in a Temporary Autonomous Zone ([TAZ]Punchin'Seb)

[marauder]

To: those [TAZ] manics
Comm ID: A [TAZ] manic
Subject: super-sized midden gonna be hitting a windmill
Message:

Hey people.

I absolutely hate liberty and I totally can't stand those brown-nosing BHG scum infesting the place.

I was in the automated landing sequence for manhattan when I spot this BHG ID'd viper thingy sporting a police IFF with his nose buried up my exhaust.

So I tell him to back off, I've never liked those Bloody Head Gatherers.

Anyway, his reply was to tell the whole system that I'm carrying illegal sofware. I point out it's my bible, launch and get ready to blow him outta his ship. Not gonna be happening today because his handler, a fraggin cruiser called the Montana, is sitting off to one side of the west point trade lane with the BHG scumsucker sitting next to him all prim and proper.

Well that ticks me right off, as if his damn shiney fighter needed any help against a freighter.

So the navy captain sitting in his throne with his shiney boots tells me that he wants my bible, which ain't gonna be happening, I haven't read it yet so he sure-as-hell isn't getting hold of it. Then that Big Headed Git pipes up and tells me to drop my bible, while flitting all over my arse.

Now I'm really not intending to cooperate with either of them, when lo-and-behold some bloody donut stuffing LPI show up too (NPCs) and tell me to drop it too.

So after drifting along I stomp on the gas and cruise off to the nearest tradelane ring and hightail it outta there. The coppers fired off a few missiles and gave up, while the navy guy choked on his tea and ordered me to stop.

I told him no and that I wouldn't be going back to liberty again.

Which might kinda annoy the captain of the 'Bafflin queen' cos he told me a nice little run that uses the place.

Oh and that 'sophie noir' chick might be upset too, she told me how to get to the bafflin queen...

oopsy

Your not-sorry-at-all wingman

Marauder

Message ends:


***OOC***

That BHG viper did really bug me trying to boss me around in NY, the fact that the montana seemed to be holding his leash just tipped the scales for me.

Oh, and I'm really not going back to liberty and I'm not one bit sorry either.

If you want my bible you can pry it outta my cold-dead-fingers once you've pryed my cold-dead-corpse outta my ships wreck.