*Appears to nearly plunge from his seat, so stricken does he appear.*
“…Can it be? Indeed, it must be so, unless my eyes fail their intrinsic functions or Robert is deploying some dastardly jape (which does happen to be rather probable)…”
“…A moment, mirage.”
*Stabs leerily at a selection of panels, before blanching further.*
“…Egad, well, if it isn’t my old whoring partner of the archaic days of a limber youth; Agilo! Agilo Constance Struder, the very man! It is you, truly, my gaze proves not profligately deceitful but rather fondly philanthropic in its presentation. Dieu’s dangly-parts, man, I thought the Wilde had vented you to a state of acute stellar deflation, or so the news broadcasts had projected. And a captain, too! My my ami, your societal featherings certainly have puffed up a trifle since our last encounter, and indeed, this impending proposal of a partnership has me somewhat enraptured”.
“…But, ami, Daumann? What particular whim directed you to that particular corporate order? Their corporate safety record is far from impeccable, one knows, and the courtesy shuttles irreverently sub-par. Wouldn’t wish for some sobering, untoward eventuality to occur to your little darling Else, would we now?”
“As for the locality of our dialogue, I would imagine Freeport 10 (or Commonport 2) would be an odious slog away from any of your conventional ports of call, but, well, I will not bicker nor quibble with the potential range of your parent employer’s enterprises. However, if preferable to your person, I may merrily relocate the annunciation of our encounter to Freeport 101 (or Commonport 1), as mutually desirous.”
“After all, what are old acquaintances for, if not for mooching off or playing to some advantage”?
*Reclines a trifle*.
“…Till we greet; Achilles”.
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
“Apologies ami, for the temporary temporal inconvenience, but our social coalescence must be nullified for another painful interval; what betwixt the shockingly unprecedented stent of Ionic Sturms occurant around the Freeport proper, smattered amongst some gravely trivial insinuation by some devilishly attractive, fetishistic figurine that the very proverbial water cooler over which we were to converse is imperilled somehow.”
“…Till such drastically outsize claims can be ratified, vilified, and promptly compacted into a bin-able proportionality with the odd mercenary or five to ladle out the icing, we may be bothered for an encounter.”
“…Say, when the sturms settle into calmer waters; we may pitch our poles then, eh?”
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
*Whisper- number 6 can you translate i cant understand a word of it*
Yes what you said umm i gather you meant we meet after the ion storms are finished........oh and eeer call it 15 minutes after they pass, to ensure we dont pass each other by in the Bar on 101.
Captain Struder - no relation to Von-Struder the great pirate