Bad news! Terrible news! Eris seems to have had a fit and sent me into a storm I can't escape. Everywhere around me theres the same. I'll see if I can escape... aye its a shame.
//OOC: so basically last night my hard drive was wiped for reasons that piss me off too much to explain. Suffice to say that my account numbers are gone. I was meaning to back them up but naturally I was lazy. Luckily I still have my RepEx guys but [~V~]E.A.Poeticus seems to be dead. I might make someone with a suspiciously similar name but who knows. Anyway I'll need to get back on my feet, and need you to carry me through the nice bits of the galaxy agin'. Its a crying shame but I'll get over it. Stoicism and Bhudda like patience. Ugh.\\
Eris. Gotta love Her, even when she pees down your leg, eh?
Hope you're getting this. Guess it's a good thing we didn't issue you that Mark-23 transponder after all. It'd be having a full-blown hissy fit about now.
Tune any old thing you can find into V-Max's 2,000 terawatt beacon, and follow it home.
The Temporary Autonomous Zoners have proudly worn the [~V~] tag due to our affilliation with Reggie Waverly, The Veranda Incognita, and Waverly LLC.
However, I can't count the times that I've had to set some poor confused soul straight as to the name of our Faction, and why we go about sporting the ~V~.
In addition, we fervently hope that the TAZ will shortly become more "cosmopolitan" in nature, and that our Headquarters will be moving to the Pineal Ranch Spa and Resort, Baffin System.
So, after consulting Eris and my own Pineal, I hereby direct all TAZ vessels to ground immediately, and register to change their tags from [~V~] to [TAZ]. Anyone requiring Flax for the registration may contact me aboard the V-Mal. I shall make my way from Curacao to Newark immediately. (Bloody Jay needs to get back to work...)
We will still continue to make Port Canaria and the Veranda one of our major Ports of Call. (The Gold's gotta flow for Goddess, kiddos.) We will continue to support Waverly LLC and its fine products, Oro de Veranda premium coffee, Cheery Cheroots, and Canaria Blue Sapphire Gin. But, we will also be marketing and transporting the Baffin "Scrubbies" (alien organisms), and the ever popular Holy Tome of Discordianism, the "Principia Discordia", in its new and improved software version. (Software 4.84).
Any questions, please refer to that obnoxious box, V-MAX; c/o this channel.
A night I shall not soon forget. While running deuterium north, I became sick unto death of being disrupted, de-laned, and generally harrased by Outcasts and Dragons in the Taus and Kusari. So, I made a few stops along the way and had firm words with a few Kusari firms. Gave them a piece of my mind, I did. My last jaunt was up to the Chugoku construction site to have speaks with those louts. (I'm ashamed to say i purloined a few of their storage dumps along the way, and sold them back their own bloody parts.. Har!).
A final stop at the Matsumoto to let them know whose cabbages ate the Chao; and suddenly, the Dragons were leaving me alone for the most part.
Well, i should have been happy there, but I decided to press my luck just a bit more, and cruised big as you please right into Kyoto base. I bought a few rounds of sake for the boys there; and staggered off to lift the old girl. When I popped into Honshu, I suddenly discovered that no one wanted my delivery of bloody toxic waste from Hokkaido!! Bloody snooty about it, they were.
I was in the stew, now, lads and 'dettes! I had about given up hope of delivering anything in Kusari ever again, when a delightful laugh popped over my comms, in answer to my general plea for help. None other than the leader of Darkwing, Ms. Suzanna herself, agreed to help straighten things out. Next I knew, she was contracting with Kishiro out of Nago, and I was dodging Navy lads to catch up to her in Tau 29. Well, I finally did make the party in the old C-trans, and before long, I was at least able to sit next to Shinegawa without getting my arse shot off as I bid farewell to the charming Suzanna.
The Kusari Navy lads were still a bit problematical. I was about to head home to the Veranda when I received a warning from a Lt. Danieru.. another bright KNF lass, about pirates in the area of 29. After a brief chat. she agreed to further help an old fart, and launched from Nagumo to plead my case with a few Dragons in Kyushu. By the time I reached the 31/Leeds gate, I heard the "all clear" chime from her; and lo and behold, the Chimaeras near the gate were kind enough to let me pass, although a bit grudgingly.
I required one other detour to unscrew the trouble I'd caused myself.. through Magellan to Manchester, then over to Sheffield to look crossly at the Bounty Hunters. Not too crossly, mind you. Medium cross. They're short a few items from storage now as well.
But on the way, I saw the strangest sight. A train with the amusing callsign "Sn!p3r" was sitting nose up at a tradelane near Leeds.. either asleep, drunk, or knocked silly; and was letting about six freelancer stilletos chew off his shields and bits of his hull. I yelled at him several times, nudged up close, and did everything short of an EVA to knock on his bloody hatch. Well, I finally couldn't bear to watch any more, and headed for the Maggie hole. Just before I entered the hole, the poor bloke's "obituary" popped across my HUD. What an ignominius way to pass on!
Quite a night. Glad to see the old girl could still shake her tail against a few Outcast fighters. And, as a bonus, the thoughts of two new lady friends to lull me to sleep, moored outside Waterloo Station.
Greetings my friend it is I the old Commodore. I am delighted to announce that the whole messy business on New Berlin, which had me washing dishes in a back street cafe for 8 months is over. Sadly I was unable to afford the impound fee for my ship which was quickly reduced to molten slag. I'm also sure I left my slipper in there so Im not in a good mood as i have only 1 slipper.
I was however able to get into a card game. During it Cortana fell out with me and she will probably send you a peperate message. (brick flys over the Commodore's head) I dont see what she is mad about I won a starflier so we shall be home soon, clear my room of the cobwebs and have some donuts ready for my return old boy.
Kallisti!
Cortana to Mama Dis:
Honey!!! Hello how are you. Im sorry I havent been round the roost lately darling but I'm sure you areaware of the mess that idiot got us in to. How anyone can run up a 3 million credit tab on donuts and then leave there wallet in the care of a corsair is beyond even my comprehension. And then to make matters worse he gets into that card game where he used MY PRADA BOOTS as his buy in *throws a brick at the Commodore* He was damn lucky he won them back. However I must say that this drab little brown thing we are stuck in is beneath me. Be home soon.
Hugs and kisses
Cortana
I know where it is Cortana, I just have to find it. - Commodore Puddles
Message to: All Bloody Temporary Autonomous Zoners every which, way, and how!
Comm ID: Malaclypse for the TAZ, Episkopos, COEE (POEE).
High Fives!!!
We have two scrumptious bits of news today!
First, the return of our long lost ELF brother, Commodore Puddles, to the fold! Why he was washing dishes in Rheinland instead of at Sophie's Cafe is beyond me; but nevertheless we're glad to have him and the lovely Fnordette Cortana reporting in once again! Good for the Home Team!
And, speaking of "Home", I have just received comms from the "Sirius Registry Office". Our payment for Baffin System has been accepted, and the deed has been transmitted in the name of the TAZ!
Designs and permits for construction still need to be submitted and approved; but due to the backlog of paperwork at "Registry", we may not actually see construction begin on the new TAZ HQ at "Pineal Ranch", and the new Temple of Eris Esoteric for a good six months or so... Brother Abiff, I know this will be a disappointment to you, but think of all the nice bits you'll be able to add to the design with all that extra time!
In the meantime, I suggest all you TAZers start looking ahead to the future. We've got new trade runs and commodities to discover and log. We've got possible new ship models and modifications to pore over. Just to let you know, I've allotted funds to three new ships for this exploration and investigation. We shall call them our "484.1 Beta-nauts". They are authorized to fund any of you who wish to join in the exploring.
Call signs for the "Beta-nauts" are: the "Ho.Chi.Zen", the "Leif.the.Loony", and the "Caboose.to.Die.for". (Ask Hoodlum about that one.. heh.) Don't be shy. Hit them up for tips on where to go and what to look for.
Reggie, we appreciate your patience in letting us use the Veranda as our Headquarters on Port Canaria; and for letting us plug old "V-MAZ" into the basement to coordinate FnordNet Comms. Never fear, old friend. We'll still be availing ourselves of your wonderful hospitality and agriculture as much as ever.
But, all things change. The future's so bright, we got to wear shades! You have a permanent berth and suite at the Pineal Ranch, my beloved partner. As TAZ members, you, Fnordie, Sophie and Sylvia have dual citizenship at both Port Canaria and Baffin. Just consider us a big, long extension to the Veranda!
I'm giddy. Goddess is tickled pink. And, those bloody Illuminati better watch their sixes.