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Comm ID: [TAZ]Doc Holliday
To: Mal
My apologies, Mal. The Coalition does have an office on Shasta as per an arrangement I had made during your sabbatical. I thought I mentioned it but maybe in all of my paperwork shuffling, I did not. My fault. You will find some free drinks at Reggie's under my tab.
Greetings all,
I am reporting 2 loads of refugees to the SCRA.
I will endeavor to move more refugees at a later date.
Please take note of the timestamps on the right side of the image.
Regards,
Xavier Triton The Trident of Eris, Shasta Orbital Skyhook, Baffin
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Numerous roster changes and updates have been made for all of your ship changes and such. Now, if you would all change your drawers like you change ships and names, the air quality may finally improve around here!
Moira let me fly the Whale today. She insisted we return to Port Canaria so that I could coo over the new decor at the new Veranda. She's a bit impatient to get things in shape for an Open House in the next few weeks. We'll send out invitations in plenty of time for you to "pencil us in".
As we lifted from Shasta, we happened to get a ping from one of our favorite new "Enemas", the Kurt.Howard, in-system. We had a brief chat (sans passphrase, of course..)
It seems Kurt is still a bit miffed that one of our Templars had the audacity to question his IQ during an earlier visit. Perhaps we should remind the Templars not to use the "five-letter word".. (beginning with "I"..) in their transmissions. Perhaps phrases such as "less than brilliant", "dull knife", or "box of rocks" might be substituted instead, eh lads?
At any rate, Kurt once again expressed his distaste for the TAZ and his refusal to obey our limited and simple Laws of Baffin. Sigh.. Perhaps a Rubber Rose roundup outside of Baffin is in order for this particular cabbage.
We continued down to GC on the wing of [TAZ]Nasrudin's.Donkey, and had an unevenful passage through Leeds, seeing BAF, The Joker, and one of the Joker's lads along the way. A pleasant trip.
We'll be stocking the liquor cabinet and cleaning out the curing sheds of the best KG buds for the upcoming Open House, lads. Be there, or be pentagonal.
Rajuc walked through the cavernous halls of his new vessel. The negh'var was a newly constructed Aquilon-class Carrier. The vessel was not yet ready to enter active service, though Rajuc still couldn't restrain himself from touring his new command. The negh'var was much larger than the bortaS, and it was Rajuc's hope that the negh'var would serve as the home of his House, as well as a being one of the most formidable warships in all of Sirius. Presently there was only a small crew aboard, most of them busying themselves with the work needed to make the negh'var ready for service. When the vessel was complete, he knew that there would be many more people aboard, including families, which was a concept that the Klingon warrior was not used to.
He made his way up to the ship's bridge. The bridge itself was much larger than the one aboard the bortaS as well, and he was quickly working to bring himself up to speed on each station's function. He'd have them all mastered by the time this vessel was ready for active service. After all, slow learners didn't survive long on a Klingon warship. He walked over to the replicator installed in the wall at the back of the Bridge, ordered a raktajino, and made his way to his chair. As he sat down in his command chair, he brought up the most recent reports from the engineering team on the chair's monitor. The raktajino's flavor was a bit off. He made a mental note to have the replicators looked at. Returning to the report on his screen, he saw that the ship was ready for full maneuvers, including the Cruise engines. Shields and sensors were also complete. The vessel's hull plating hadn't yet been reinforced, and the weapons systems weren't battle ready yet. He also noticed that the transporters weren't online yet, though the engineers expected to have them ready by the end of the day. He was in no hurry on that last one. The transporter could be a dangerous and finicky piece of equipment, and he didn't fancy the idea of any of his people being turned into an amorphous grey paste because someone got careless.
All in all, things were moving along on schedule. Rajuc was pleased with their progress, and looked forward to the day that the negh'var sailed the stars.
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From his desk at Tombstone, Doc was finalizing a report that he didn't want to write. He felt responsible for the day's transgressions. He felt as if he had crossed the very people he had rescued not so long ago. He then transmitted the report to Commander Rajuc, hoping for the best.
neq'neh, Commander Rajuc,
I heard what happened to the neg'vahr today in Dublin and I can't help but feel responsible. In my efforts to diffuse the situation, I only infuriated the Molly Republic more when I tried to explain that you had clearance by the BAF to transit through Dublin. I was blasted with "To hell with BAF, Dublin belongs to the Mollies." I should have know better as I have often viewed it as theirs. Shortly after I said it, the neg'vahr was destroyed. In the future, ask them first and then get the BAF clearance.
They felt you were rude. I also explained the Klingon species to them explaining that's how they are, a very abrasive bunch. In my dealings with Commander Matok, I have learned this. I don't expect nor do I want this to change. I wouldn't have my friends any other way!
You, Commander, were the victim of a misunderstanding as well. The Molly in question wanted you to lift a bounty long ago placed on them, a bounty that I removed some time back and they did not know that it had been. I told them that only I can remove it and verified that it in fact was.
So, although I never fired a shot, I hold myself accountable for this....for not getting the word out and for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. I will pay the damages to your ship and compensate you for the loss of crew. I insist.
Respectfully submitted,
John Holliday
With that, he secured his home, turned off the light and retired for the evening.
Greetings,
I have another load of Refugees to report. This time I travelled with [TAZ]Duke_Of_Prunes who performed exceptionally as my escort. At any rate here is the pictorial evidence...
Regards,
Xavier Triton The Trident of Eris, Shasta Orbital Skyhook, Baffin
Another, largely grateful crowd of refugees has been dropped off at Zhukovsky Station. I took the liberty of checking out the situation on the station and have to say I haven't seen so many people of varying denominations interact so cohesively. It is fascinating how the cultural barriers melt away when survival becomes the dominating factor. Anyway, enough of my rambling, here is the pictorial evidence...
Regards,
Xavier Triton The Trident of Eris, Shasta Orbital Skyhook, Baffin
Comm ID : Fnordette Sophie, [TAZ]Sophie's.Catering
Hiya Fellow Poops.. err.. Popes!
Wanted to report a few sightings of interest from a little pie-run last night.
I received a hail from my sister/mother globe on the ZKF-Mama.Discordia while deliverin' pies to Boa Vista. She was inbound to Canaria with Pope LInus in the Loose.Ends, and needed to have a few bolts tightened on her ZDF Conference, so I offerred to join Linus on the trip back up to Ames. They love my pies up there, (and our deuterium from Port C.)
Linus and I lifted from Port C. and set sail for Dublin.. which seemed awfully quiet for a change; instead of a plethora of miners and mollys, there was just a simple gaggle. We entered Dublin, and proceeded to the New London gate without incident.
All of a sudden my sensors picked up a ping from a vessell call-signed the "Nikolai". I checked the Rubber Rose Roster, and sure enough, there was a "Nikolai" scheduled for an Enema. Then the confusion started. The Nikolai who pirated in Baffin was listed as a Corsair gunboat; however, the Nikolai in Dublin turned out to be one of those Gawdess-awful lookin' mining ships on close visual inspection.
I chatted with the NIkolai's pilot for awhile, and he claimed no knowledge of the "ohter" Nikolai, the pirate cabbage; so, I guess we might wanna scratch him from our Pentabarfin' list, huh?
I then caught up with the Loose.Ends at Waterloo Station, where I traded in my old Kusari turrets for the cute little Bret mini's. They're a lot sleeker and sexier, and they match the color scheme of my BWT way better! (You know us girls, eh?)
When we blew past Curacao, I noticed another "person of interest". Just as we arrived, a civvy fighter named the "KOI_GOLDFISH" undocked from the Planet. Now, I'd heard reports earlier that ol' Matok had looked all over Baffin for some guy by that name who refused to answer him for over half an hour before "disappearing".
So, bein' of good mouthy Mama Dis stock, I suggested the guy might wanna watch his fishy little butt in Baffin next time; and he suddenly found his tongue, or his comms button! He mouthed some sort of insults, and even a bit of a threat. We laughed, and proceeded on our way to Cali.
Oh, and we met a new OSI shippy in Ontario.. Raul or Rauq or Ralph or somethin', who flew along with us the rest of the flight to Ames.
So, to summarize:
Nikolai: Meh.
KOI_GOLDFISH: Boo!
New OSI friend: Yay!