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[jammi]

To: Bowex Infonet servers.
From: Sir Andrew Maloney - your Director of Operations, dontcha know?
CC: Paperwork.

Righto, you lot know I'm deskbound because of that infernal doctor. You know I know you know this. And so what? I've got a bit of an icky lung. Why should that stop me flying? Anyway, I'm bored to buggery. I need you lot to keep me occupied, because I'm fairly sure I saw a vision of my good self shuffling papers and wearing chair-bottoms out in one of my more horrific, yet lucid, nightmares. Yes - this is one of the few that doesn't involve "Meles meles" in some way or another...

Basically, I've been selecting papers at random and balling them up, in order to play a sort of complicated, seated version of basketball. Only the problem is, the last piece of paper I did that to was rather important, and 'misplacing' it rather offended the Third Archduke of Hyde, Lord Lieutenant of Ekelsworth Sir Mortimer the Second, Jr. Quite a nice fellow at the annual functions, but he does get jolly well ticked off when you lose his signed in triplicate, double stamped orange "VII IIX IV" grade requisition forms.

So yes, as I was saying. This is my personal hell. If you want to keep me from taking a razor blade, and... Oh I don't know... Slashing all this paperwork to ribbons, I would suggest you keep me entertained. Regular reports, with a humorous overtone, understand? Those who comply with these orders will be looked upon favourably. Those who do not, shall be receiving a visit from those furry creatures Who Shall Not Be Named.

Well, s'all for now. And for god's sake, file reports! They're marginally more interesting than this mind numbing drudgery!
~Maloney.

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Source: Planet Leeds, captain's quarters aboard the Lionheart
Sender: Ian Wills, Captain of the Lionheart
Target: New London office
CC: Bowex Archive
Topic: Another shipping expedition

Well, a short affair today. We started off from New London, took some guns to our "miner" friends in Omega 5, to defend themselves from those vile Corsairs, then collected the "carbon drill bits" and started on our way to Liberty.
In Manchester, we made a randevous with Mr Hawkins and his Mafic, and he flew point for us the rest of the way.
After offloading that particular kind of Carbon crystals to Denver, we loaded up on some H2O for Pittsburgh mining colony.
There, we collected some alloys from the local smelter, and took it to Detroit munitions plant.
Some personal side arms we shipped in the interrest of the LPI to Fort Severn, where we loaded up on yet another batch of military machinery for Leeds.
A rather uneventfull journey, all in all.

It's rather interresting how Liberty's finest are actually supporting our war with Kusari. When we ship them their guns, the money they pay us for it actually covers the price of the M/Vs rather nicely. Even leaves some overhead, for the Lionheart's maintenance.

Cheers chaps.

Ian Wills, of Lionheart



Signing off.

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Source: Tau 31 Gate Construction Site, Richard-I captain's quarters
Sender: Ian Wills, of Bowex
Target: New London office
CC: Bowex Archive
Topic: Another shipping expedition

Well chaps,
It just so happens that a mild indigestion on my part helps Bretonia, as it kept me awake just long enough to perform some aggressive business practices. Namely, I obtained some O2 supplies for the T31GCS, some food stuffs, tho Kusari, ship's doctor assures me that they are perfectly edible, and a full load of consumer goods, which happened to be quite in demand with the local IMG population.

So, a short spin, and we even managed to turn a small profit! Who'd expect that eh? Not to mention the moral satisfaction of seeing Kusari war machine suffer another little hickup, courtesy of our little foreign business adventure.

Cheers chaps.

Ian Wills, of Bowex



Signing off.

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[Wellingtons]

Incoming transmission
Name: Liam adama
Rank: employee
Callsign: Tango 1-8
photo id:



source: Planet Denver
To: Bowex Info-net users
CC: Board of directors

Good day ladies and gentlemen. This morning after picking up some, alloys we headed to Rhineland which to my pleasant surprise was quiet. However when we was loading up military vehicles, my ships first officer had collapsed in his quarters. After fulfilling a complete medical exam of Mr O'Keeffe we found that he, contracted Respiratory Syncytial Disease. So after hearing the absolute, shocking state of Rhineland, state hospitals we isolated, him in his quarters and set off for ,Cambridge medical facility on landing pad, alpha five. After passing through New London I received a message from my security officer. After listening to it, I proceed to moor at new London. As the message was one of joy, It seems that Mr O'Keeffe had come around from the coma and was doing well. We then left to Macduff and delivered the, new state of the art havermaxx 3000 walker. After flying to Leeds we then picked up ship panels to liberty, and then super conductors we are shipping to, Cambridge.

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Captain Natasha Skylen|The.Goldfinch

[Wellingtons]

Incoming transmission
Name: Liam adama
Rank: employee
Callsign: Tango 1-8
Photo id:



Source: Planet Leeds.

Good evening gentlemen and Ladies. Members of the board, this evening I picked up a shipment of super alloys and made our way, towards Munich. When passing through I encountered what appeared to be a Junker attempt to pirate the trade-lanes. I say attempted because 2 IMG Raven's Talons, enter the area and scared the Junker off. Apparently he was, harassing IMG ships that were supplying Aland. We then encountered in omega 7 a battle between Rhineland military and red Hessians. So we quickly skirted round the edges of that battle. After selling the super alloys we headed back to bretonia. After checking in on Brian O'Keeffe ,we headed to Macduff.

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Captain Natasha Skylen|The.Goldfinch

[jammi]

To: All Bowex Employees.
From: Sir Andrew Maloney.
CC: Promotion.

Righto, this one is well overdue. I'll keep this short and to the point because the cat needs feeding and I've got a pile of papers amassing in front of me - which if burned - could very easily turn New London into Leeds. Yes, that much. Now, err, yes. What was I saying? Oh, right. Promotions.

[color=#FFCC33]Employee Liam Adama: You are hereby promoted to [color=#FFCC33]Supervisor, for services rendered to the company and meritorious conduct. This man is one to be looked upon as an example. Keep up the good work!

As for the rest of you, I am expecting to be hearing good things from my Supervisors and Managers. They are the ones that forward me reccomendations, so they are the ones that decide your promotions de facto. Impress them, and you impress me. Promotions mean a bump on the pay-scale, so get on it!

Jolly good work, all of you!
~Maloney

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[Dashiell]

:: Incoming Transmission ::

Comm id: Mart Bellock

message begins:

Maloney, you right foul git!

I never got a raise when I was promoted. And now Im stuck on this damn planet Baden Baden. My arse is scorching off and I have sand in my ears all day long. This is all YOUR fault.

And of the Zoners, obviously. Those rotten, bar-closing tossers. What stops me from taking a shuttle to Cran Canaria and still bash their skulls in? You management lot don't do a thing to keep our pub open. So I'll take matters into my own hands.

They sell rather nice wooden clubs here. Meant for fishing I've been told. But I bet the excel at cracking zoner skulls.

You think you can take my ship away, ship me off to some kraut invested island and be done with it?
I'll be back 1 day Maloney. And that day, you and the zoners will mourn the day you ever crossed Mart Bellock! Vengeance shall be mine!

and I'm NOT drunkl!

*burp*

Wash your neck for my club!

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[Wellingtons]

Incoming transmission
Name: Liam Adama
Rank: Supervisor
Callsign: Tango 1-8
Photo id:



source: Fort Severn

Good day gentlemen, ladies and members of the board. First before I commence the, main part of this report I would like to thank Mr Maloney for the promotion to supervisor. Anyway I digress, this afternoon I picked up a shipment of ship hull panels rated at Beta or mark 2 thickness suitable for fighters. When I was lifting off I recived a message that Brian O'Keeffe had left hospital, and was demanding to leave aborad the BES-Walpole so we hurried to pick him up. Then while traversing Magellan, a pirate demanded to have a joke told so we told them the ancient joke

A barber, a bald man and an absent minded professor take a journey together. They have to camp overnight, so decide to take turns watching the luggage. When it's the barber's turn, he gets bored, so amuses himself by shaving the head of the professor. When the professor is woken up for his shift, he feels his head, and says "How stupid is that barber? He's woken up the bald man instead of me."

I know that wasn't funny but the pirate thought it was hilarious and left us pass so we headed to fort servern and now we are on the way back with mvs for Leeds.

Good bye chaps
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Captain Natasha Skylen|The.Goldfinch

[Wellingtons]

=Incoming transmission=

Name: Liam Adama
Rank: Supervisor
Callsign: Tango 1-8
Photo id:



Source: Detroit Munitions

Good evening gentlemen,Ladies and members of the board. This evening I was in Leeds delivering, military vehicles when I was contacted by BMM-Torbay regarding some ore he was selling, immediately I finished delivery of them and set off. When reaching Dublin, I became aware of a molly trying to pose as a trader. So the mining ship Torbay and I, devised a plan which resulted the molly, ([MS].Andy.mac'Ceallach) being on the other side of the system. After that unfortunate incident our progress was unimpeded. We then docked at Detroit and unloaded the ore.

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Captain Natasha Skylen|The.Goldfinch

[cmfalconer]

Incoming Transmission
Reading Source - Captain Pete Conroy
Protocol Clearance - Accepted
Receiving Data

Good day gentlemen of the Board.

My fleet has been busy of late. I will bring you a quick report on the runnings of my ships and crews.

The Royal Liner Majestic Skies took a short cruise after spending many weeks in dock. A jaunt to Liberty had some VIPs amazed at the safety and security of Bowex Cruise Lines as opposed to their usual tours for Spa & Cruise. The trip back was uneventful as well, bringing some vacationers from Manhattan to New London. There isn't much money at the moment in passenger transportation with all the wars going on however.

My Shetland, the Silverstone made a quick trip through Bretonia, delivering goods to many different places, including Perth Station, Leeds, and Cambridge Research, as well as a quick trip to Port Jackson. Cursed Corsairs are a real problem there, and there's a lot more laser scoring on my hull for my troubles. Tribute sent to the Victoria I for the trip.

Battle-Perch Snetterton is way-laid at ***CENSORED*** awaiting a clear shot out with a load of exports from our friends in the lower Omegas.

The Donnington, however, is where I've been spending most of my time. The little Clydesdale has put many small loads behind her lately, testing out new routes and paths for other Bowex Transports. Once a list is compiled, I will be filing all necessary paperwork at the Main Corporate Office..

Tally Ho gents. For Queen and Country.
Captain Pete Conroy

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