Good. Now we can talk money. What is your asking price for the rental of the storage compartments,
docking hangers, and sleeping quarters for some hired security for the storage compartments.
Also, for the paperwork side of things, I know this is a bit sketchy, but if possible I would like to use a...
well a alias for paperwork. As a businessman of my nature It is imperative I do not use my real name on most
documents, makes it easier for the Police and other investigative groups to gather data...
I hope you understand.
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
*He think a second*
Well We are used to those kind of things. Junker are not the only one who do some shadowed thing.
So how about 500.000 Sc per month, and since we like newest thingies we can look at your weapons ?
Indeed, you will be able to look at the current stock and see if there is anything you desire for your security
forces aboard the station, that's a easy term to come to. As far as a Alias, its only a scapegoat, and If for some
reason I think I will be discovered, I will vaporize the more illegal parts of the goods I deal, and if some authority
forces their way into a search, they wont find anything but ash. And a court order for trespassing on private
property.
Thomas pauses for a second, then continues
The price per month is agreeable, should be within my budget. I am a bit curious however, whats the estimated
full cargo space for the storage areas in units? I would like to know so I can adjust my imports accordingly.
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
Well, how many Unit we can store. Hum, it's around 5.000 Unit, the one you rent of course. We have applied the same storage technologies that we use on ZBT-100Z 2. We can easily store 50.000 unit on the basic storage bay.
Phillip DelaFontain dared not pass the door security officer without flashing his station badge and pass code and receiving the acknowledgement that it was OK to pass.
As he walked to the bar, he mused to himself that it was nice enough for a space station bar, but the air, as on any deep space station, always seemed to be stale and lacked the quality of crisp freshness that air planet side has.
He placed an order with the Barman and asked him to find out if the Station Administrator was available for a quick drink with a renewing tenant.
The barman quickly pulled out a metal bucket with dry-ice, a half-beaker glass and a Magnum of Liberty Ale and set them in front of DelaFontain, turned and disappeared behind a sliding door.
DelaFontain picked up off of the bar the bucket with dry-ice holding the Magnum with one hand and the half-beaker glass in the other and made his way to the far left observation area and took a seat.
A waitress walked over and uncorked the Ale and filled his glass and asked if he needed any "company". He smiled and gently refused and stated he was waiting on someone.
She nodded and smiled with a somewhat angry blush of color on her cheeks, walked off and slightly glanced back to see if he was looking at her attributes, no one likes being rejected. DelaFontain was already deep in thought, his gaze lost out into the black of space.
*5 extra bottles lay around the floor and table at his feet. DelaFontain had spent the time waiting by drinking, and was in a jovial and relaxed mood, and not his normal paranoid introverted self*
Business.....wanna talk some Buzzznessss.....I need some help with some things....ah....well....I need help with allot of things...but.....ah......yea....ah.....what YOU can do for ME.....is......ah.....Do you know anyone at the Freeport out in Tau 29....and I need to pay you for the next six months of rent.....
*The alcohol has slurred his movements and he waves hand around in the air as if to try and summon a coherent thought to verbalize*
Ahhh...you guys got any food around this joint?.....
Gottferdom !
That will be the last time I keep him waiting. Well.
*He snaps his finger, a two robotic butler uncloaked themselves near Edward.*
Please take him cautiously and bring him in my personal suit in the lounge and Call me as soon as he is no longer drunk. Oh and give him some food.
*He snaps again and the 2 robot bring Phillip to a wall near the bar, and enter a code on a cloaked pad.
A hidden door silently opens revealing a luxurious room in which the two droid delicately put Phillip on a bed*
*The alcohol had taken its toll on DelaFontain, but he was still coherent enough to see the the metal butlers coming towards him*
"Get your metal paws off of me you filthy machines..."
*The Robots stop at the first sign of hostile resistance, DelaFontains reaction exceeded the parameters of "cautiously" and they automatically move into a safety-standby mode, awaiting for the proper commands from Mr. Malrone to forcibly escort DelaFontain out of the Lounge*
"...I got one word for you Malrone....PROMETHIUM...."
*The Lounge seemed to fall silent for the brief second that DelaFontain let that one word hang in the air and searched the Station Administrators face for a hint of a reaction. He pushed himself toward the last Magnum of Ale and filled his glass, all the while not taking his eyes off of Malrone*
"...and all I need.....(hick-up)... to be able to get some to you....(Burp)....ehhhh excuse me (hick-up), this is very good Ale..... is a contact in Tau 29..."
*DelaFontain with some effort, threw one of his legs in the direction of an empty bottle resting in the chair in front of him and manages to kick it out of the way. He recomposes himself slightly and gestures magnanimously to Malrone to sit*
"...Have a seat sir, if you would, it could be profitable..."
*DelaFontain reaches into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out a small black box with one red blinking light and sets it on the table, he looks around the lounge and then back at Malrone and winks.*
"...Frequency scrambler....can't be to safe these days ya know...(blech)...just in case anyone is listening."
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