Gregory, what can I say, Mr Moriarty and his lovely crew have never had the best interests of our corporation
at heart, neither financially, nor physically. As for the rest, have your ship resprayed to have the large target
painted on it removed at some time. Seems you may have upset one or two people ...
Can't have that affecting everyone's Christmas bonuses, now can we ?
Onto further developments, some opportunities have presented themselves just recently with certain cargo
needing to be moved slightly more off the usual beaten paths, allowing movements of others to take place.
Nothing untoward, or different from the past of course, just not using usual terminal destination points.
See me for routes and quotas in the office please.
Mr Wiles will be drawing up the usual contracts with the standard plausibility/deniablity clause attached, I'll
be handing those out as soon as possible, and expect them back, signed in blood please.
Renzu Corp financing should be complete before the new year, and the leasing red tape problems with Oita
will hopefully be ironed out sometime after that.
Any problems, the door to my office is always open ...
That is all.
Jay
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
*****INCOMING TRANSMISSION*****
COMM ID: SASHA.CASTILLE
ACCESS ID: 111366s-NS
LOCATION: OFFICE 12C, NEWARK STATION, NEW YORK
DESTINATION: Jay
James just passed me your message. A word? I am always available and at your disposal. Currently I have the Dove in Rhineland, checking out the Diamond Market, My Skiff is docked at Newark as is our newest liner, the Jolie.Fille. As I'm seeing her refit and break in, personally, I'll be in and out of the office, so perhaps you might like to come along for a quick run?
Perhaps you'd enjoy a lunch meeting? I know a delightful place on Curacao...
I'll have James run the documents you spoke of to your office upon his return with the Dove, I know you prefer actual copy to digital, so this is pretty much par for the course.
*****INCOMING TRANSMISSION*****
COMM ID: CUTTER'S GOOSE
ACCESS ID: 118032b-PO
LOCATION: Newark Station, New York
MESSAGE DESTINATION: ALL IND PERSONNEL
MESSAGE COMMENCING......
Greetings employees,
As you may have noticed, I've been quite absent on recent convoy runs. I must apologize for my lack of presense, but business must take a front seat to lawful goods delivery. Securing new territory and brokering new trade agreements has got my desk full well into next week, and recent slanderous, baseless accusations about one of our boys smuggling illegal goods by some Bretonnian will only add to my pile of paperwork.
Anyway, enough rambling. The purpose of this message is to inform you that your quarterly bonuses have been processed and are being transferred to your digital accounts on Newark as I write this. Also, I have recently received a new case of handmade cigars from Culebra Smelter and Sophie has just stocked them at The Ship Inn. I recommend you try one, you will not be disappointed I assure you.
I hope to be back behind the helm of my ship soon and look foward to travelling with you as soon as this pile of papers is dealt with.
That is all.
-Jake Cutter
IND Press Officer.
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You ask me why Im weary, why I cant speak to you.
You blame me for my silence, say Its time I changed and grew.
But the war's still going on dear, and theres no end that I know...
And I cant say if were ever...
I cant say if were ever gonna be free.
*****INCOMING TRANSMISSION*****
COMM ID: SASHA.CASTILLE
ACCESS ID: 111366s-NS
LOCATION: OFFICE 12C, NEWARK STATION, NEW YORK
DESTINATION: ALL IND EMPLOYEES
It has come to my attention that a number of our flagged vessels have come under harassment. Given the nature of our business, of course, we must make adjustments and find appropriate methods to address such injuries. While I'm sure our legal department has matters well in hand, I am transmitting the steps that are being taken throughout our various offices to insure that such unpleasant events are not only addressed but averted in future. Encrypted files have been sent to all of you containing the information I am referring to.
Operations has assured me that the impact of said harassment is minimal.
New contracts are available to peruse, and sign on the dotted line please.
And from talking with our Corporate Auditing and Accountancy Company, Messrs. Funambule et
Fils of Gran Canaria, our overall company assets seem to be down for the last two quarters.
Getting work-shy?
Need the contracts renewed as soon as possible with signatures here within seven working days,
and for you to get off your collective arses, and shift some cargo pronto.
This is not a registered charity, we have overheads, insurance, health cover and other sundries
to cover. Keys to all executive washrooms will be removed otherwise.
That is all.
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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
Sasha sat at her desk looking at the mail piled up overflowing the "IN" box. Sighed and took the shotgun envelope marked *URGENT* and opened it. Pulling out the crisp paper, a smile came to her face.
"Mmmm new contracts... yummy", she read it over and signed it, slipping the rather thick document back into the envelope.
This one looked to have actually been signed by the Boss. Something must be pressing. She considered the possibilities... hmm our interests in Kusari perhaps, with this new Rhineland deal... hard to tell at this point. She made a note to have that looked into, then grabbed her calender... Ah... Herr Gunter... an intrepid Gunship Commander... tripled his insurance. Hmmm. Now why would he do that?
Sasha tapped her Com badge: "James... let's get a message to our friend Gunter in Rhineland... also confirm that his IC policy is up to date, His risk analysis needs review"
"Yes, Miss", James' voice clipped back.
Gunter... what are you up to?
Sasha rose and decided to walk her signed contract over to the Boss' office personally...
Otis was sitting at his finely appointed desk in the Renzu offices on Roppongi station. That blasted short man walked into the office, handed Jethro a file and walked back out of the office.
Otis opened the file and looked inside, "Oh, great, a new contract, I got to read this thing, last contract of Jay's I signed, he snuck a line giving himself 5% of my net income, cant let another one like that past me."
As Jonathon entered his office on the top floor of Furyoku Station, He sees a large envelope marked "URGENT" all in red sitting on his desk. Obviously it must be something important.
He sits down and begins to read. A small grin appears on his face. "New Opportunites, New trade runs! This is definately what I need".
Jonathon takes the dosimeter out of his pocket and throws it away. "I don't need this anymore" he thinks out loud. " Even with the extra shielding on my ship, you never can be to sure about radiation."
He signs the document with a flourish and returns it to the envelope. Messages his secretary to make sure it gets on the next courier to Newark.
"This couldn't come at a better time, Since I know most of the dock workers now by their names at most of my stops. Pretty soon, they'll be asking me for some money"...Jonathon shudders...