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To: [TAZ]Lief.Erikson
Sorry if I misunderstood you, Lief. The Gallic Royals are a very touchy subject with me. Thanks for using caution. Still, with the way the treat everyone for a crime committed generations ago, you watch your hind side out there.
Still a bit shaken up here at Madam Tate's place, but happy to report no deaths and only minor injuries. The "Chair.Mai" should be spaceworthy enough to lift for Livadia, where we'll weld all the loose stuff back down.
It appears that many of you have answered the call to place assets in the area. Goddess Bless! I'll probably be continuing my tour after Livadia gives us a green light. Perhaps stop off at Canaria to see if Sophie still knows her pies, and take up Doc on his invitation to visit Tombstone.
I've received reports on the Hathor trials. Our test crew is quite pleased! They seem to think that they'll be well worth the 50 Mil premium for each one.
I've retagged our "Freeport Security" Squadron... Too many pilots were reporting that the unenlightened too often were hailing them with "Ahoy, Cabbage!" Not my best idea, folks.
Hope you like the new designators.. [TAZ]Freebird.* , where * is "Alpha" thru "Delta". The Gamma is at Freeport 11 now, if any of you would like to try her out before clamoring to be on the waiting list. Shamus will be converting his Conference next, as one of our more "senior" globes. That leaves three units available. Please indicate your interest on those, cause they'll go "first come, first served".
Speaking of ships, I'd like you all to report your current asset status within the next week. I'm sure our Roster is outdated. If you've lost, gained, updated, downgraded, had a bad poker hand, or generally lost your keys, please let me know.
And, speaking of Rosters, I'm pleased to welcome our newest Acolyte, William Stephenson, to the Church. Not at all sure what Willam flies, or what his ship's name is.. But give him the old bike-trike salute when you see him.
Eris is proud of you all, folk, Primate and Globe alike. I kinda like you too!
Hail Eris!
Mal
Kallisti E-Prime.
I'd like a chance to pilot one of these vessels, with Eris blessings of course... 23's
Comm ID: Mal, Daffy ol' Delta
To: Benny... I think...
Well, Benny, I think you and Saker (or perhaps one of those precious and precocious "chicks" of the Peregrine's) are the only two Epopts to express interest so far.
Let's give the other Chaopokes a chance to chime in, and tomorrow we'll count noses. If more than three pop up, we'll have a game of "Sink it!" to determine the lucky winners. If not, then you and Saker can pop over to Lisbon tomorrow and pick out the interiors and extras. Fair dinkum?
Folks, I have to report a problem. I received a message from Eris while high on painkillers in the Freeport 11 Infirmary last night. Our Goddess is very concerned.
She is extremely confused about all the wellwishers, supporters, hitherto unknown friends and allies popping up as a result of this "Big-Bully" incident.
"It just isn't natural, Mal!", She sez to me.
I suggested She take the afternoon off and get a pedicure and a massage.
From: Pope David Fenderson Source: Planet Curacao Re: Dude, where's my ship?
It's been one hell of a vacation down here on Curacao. Most of it was fun. Well, what bit of it I can remember, anyway. Sunny beaches, good casinos, strong booze, and great smoke. What more could a man ask for? Well... maybe my ship, for one.
It all started a couple nights ago. I was having a great run of luck in one of Curacao's finer casinos, when I met this woman at the bar. We got to talking a bit, and from what I remember, things got serious really quick. Not being a fool, I quickly gathered up my winnings, and followed her back to my room. I don't remember a whole lot after that, but I do remember waking up, alone, with a massive headache. I had a sinking feeling in my gut as to what had happened, so the first thing I did was check my stuff. My credit chip, and access card for my ship were both gone. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to set aside some credits into a separate account on Curacao, so the credit chip didn't contain my entire bank account. The ship could be a problem, though. When I went down to the space port to check on my ship, I found that my worst fears were justified, and that my ship had left Curacao early that morning.
So, here I am, without a ship, and no credits to purchase passage home. I'll pay for a replacement ship when I get home, as there's enough flax in my account to cover it. Would one of you be so kind as to drop by Curacao at some point and give me a lift back home?
It is amazing how many well wishers we do have since Big Bully came on seen. For the record, the BH Guild gave him 24 hours to report to Cape Town. Bully shows no sign of leaving without guns and was bothering the Spirit of FP7 for a "donation" of all things. I more or less said that in no way was he buying guns on our base.
Our other guest was an Oracle. A very strange lot indeed. After running it's mouth for awhile, they left without incident.
For now, we're staying in Delta unless otherwise directed.
Child.7 is currently on route to pick you up. She's had her cargo bay retrofitted with a luxury suite for you, so your return trip should be comfortable.
Her only request is that you teach her a new word on the way to wherever you're going.
Mal, Child.3 expressed an interest in joining me on board a Hathor gunboat, shedding the hull she currently has and becoming a part of the Hathor's computer... Originally I had planned for the ship to be a defender of Freeports, while the Peregrine continues to be a research vessel, but the obvious problem of keeping the vessel close enough to me arises. What are your thoughts on the issue?
Saker
Ps: Mr Fenderson, expect to recieve a lecture from Child.7 about meeting with strangers... I do apologise.
Pope David, that's rich! Reminds me of the time way back when the Fnordettes first got the "shopping gene". Sophie Noir got hers from an "implant" from the IND barmaid on Newark of the same name.
Well,Reggie staggered out of the bar one night to find that his ship had been "borrowed" by his Fnordette so she could attend a bloody Fashion Show on New London!
Anyway.. Fenderson, is that a veiled hint you'd like to be put on the bid list for the Hathors? I'm going to guess that's a "yes". I am a Prophet, after all!
That's three, then. Child.7, Benny, and David. Anyone else?
Pope David, that's rich! Reminds me of the time way back when the Fnordettes first got the "shopping gene". Sophie Noir got hers from an "implant" from the IND barmaid on Newark of the same name.
Well,Reggie staggered out of the bar one night to find that his ship had been "borrowed" by his Fnordette so she could attend a bloody Fashion Show on New London!
Anyway.. Fenderson, is that a veiled hint you'd like to be put on the bid list for the Hathors? I'm going to guess that's a "yes". I am a Prophet, after all!
That's three, then. Child.7, Benny, and David. Anyone else?
Mal
Comm ID: Pope Mad John Rackham
To: Mal
Aye! I'll stick me hand in the bran tub for a price...
Alright, folk, don't sell your current steeds yet.. We have a fourth bidder!
We have two popes... one drunk, one squinty-eyed.. one slapstick British comedian.. and one proud father of.. quadecaduplets..
What to do.. what to do?
Mal goes to his stateroom's bookcase, and pulls down his dog-eared paper copy of the Holy First Trilogy of the non-Prophet Wilson. He closes his eyes briefly in meditation, then, eyes still closed, he opens the book at random, and stabs a finger at the page..
"'Golden apples of the sun, silver apples of the moon,' said Cartwright with a smile. Joe saw Lilith Velkor defying Gruad atop the Pyramid of the Eye."
Well.. there's an eye reference, and Mad John has that squinty eye..
Mal closed the book again, closed his unsquinty eyes, and repeated the process.
"The voice said, 'I've never seen machines like this before. They look something like crabs. They've just about got the temple all dug up."
Hmm.. little machines.. like crabs.. maybe that's Saker's kid's! One more!
Mal takes another deep breath, closes both eyes and one book, and whispers a barely audible "Hail Eris".
"'Welcome to the Playboy Club,' the beautiful blonde said, 'I'm your bunny, Virgin.'"
Holy Thud. Well, I guess that's an obvious reference to David's Curacao bimbo...
Sorry, Benny.. looks like you'll have to wait for our next big fleet purchase. Fenderson, Mad John, and Child 7, start getting your transponders in order so you don't get your arses blown off in Omicron 100.
Cheers!
Mal
((Dear readers: This was an actual exercise in divination using the "Iluminatus!" Trilogy. Try it some time.. it'll blow your socks off. "Damn you, Uncle Bob, damn you!"))