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[Malaclypse 666]

From the Bridge of the Oro.de.Veranda:

Well, TAZmaniacs,

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.

Remember to turn the lights out, will you V-Max?

Reggie

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