Six month late fer deliverin' deh cargo ? ye lads became lazy o' sumtin' ?
Un' on top o' dhat, it ain't e'en full, as it lacks two thousands newpapers, un' 'bout six hundrex loight arms packs...
Let's nae e'en speak 'bout deh datas asked 'bout deh MLA, once more.
So as promoised, sanctions 've been taken, un' 15570 units o' gol' ore has been confiscated.
Naow, ye gotta deliver deh rest o' deh cargo, dhat has been delivered tae yer station meanwhoile. Un' provoide oos widh deh data demanded.
Un' dhis toime, dun fail oos, o' we'll have tae crack down on ye, gents.
Tank ye fer listenin'
Slán agat !
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(03-31-2010, 11:48 PM)Sprolf Wrote: That is the crux of the matter.
If you aid us, and you aid them, you are the enemy.
If you do not aid them, you are worthless outside of extortion potential.
If you aid us, you will be treated with respect.
Dear Ms. O'Driscol (sorry for the Missus),
of course the delivery was 6 months late. As I stated, no one was around to take care of the station due to medical issues of the boss. Therefore nobody paid me for any hauling-service towards Graves. Now that Mr. Cassidy is at least able to give out written commands, rudimentary station functions are back online. With hopefully returning health he hopefully will be able to run the show himself again one day.
However, the next round of your special delivery is already in my cargo-hold and will be at Graves shortly (evidence will be provided).
Concerning the MLA guys, that particular matter has apparently already been resolved. It appears that one encounter with our friends with more firepower than a Molly-destroyer was sufficient to send this one-man-army into retreat with their tails between their legs.
Concerning the gold ore you requisitioned for your cause: Mr. Cassidy is in agreement that you were right to have yourself compensated for your patience. That gold worth 30+ million credits won't leave a big dent in his bank account, and he trusts you to leave the bank account on the station untouched as promised in the original agreement between you two. No need to act out so aggressively however, bad form against a man with these severe health problems. So mollify yourself a bit (pun intended) and be assured that the next deliveries will be quicker.
it is my pleasure to announce that I am back in business. After the treatment on Manhattan I feel alive again. For the right amount of money you don't have to rely on smuggled human organs or backyard alley clinics where the criminal records of the surgeons is longer than the bill. No, I got the premium pack, new homegrown heart and a new liver. I had the hardest working liver in Sirius, and now it had to be replaced. Doctors told me some rocket-science gibberish about proper protein synthesis for proper wound healing, whatever. And with that stem-cell-treatment on top the doctors said I might actually become as old as I already look right now.
Well, off to a new and more humble start then. I renamed my ship the "Dungbeetle" to reflect that. As captain Meridian already told you, I am not mad about the gold you took, would have done the same. Moreover, here are some scenic snapshots he took a few days ago while making his route to Graves.
Tis been a whoile, ser... Un' oy s'pose ye dinnae miss deh extra work we requoire frem ye. Anyway, it ain't loike we forgot 'bout ye. So, deh package fer March, April un' May has been delivered, un' we expect ye tae do yer part o' deh job.
Once again, oy'd loike tae insist tae get deh proper proof o' delivery, un' nae jus' deh usual junk ye's provoidin' oos. How many toimes oy got tae repeat mesel' ? Are ye troyin' tae piss oos off ?
Speakin' o' pissin' oos off...
Tis been months dhat we demanded e'eryting ye had 'bout deh MLA, un' ye only ting we've heard frem Ser Merridan be, t'was settled... Let me tell ye, dhat we dun care : we demanded sumting, un' we want it naow. Nae more petty excuses, nae more delays. Oif ye dun provoid oos widh what has been demanded, well, sumtin' wicked will happen. E'erywun's so pissed, dhat oy's shure dhat dey'll be imaginatoive...
So ye got 'till deh end o' deh month tae gadher e'eryting ye got un' transmit it tae oos.
Got it ?
Un' since we failed oos on dhat madder since so far, we'll demand four standards Clydesdale, widh a legal BMM ID.
We'll be takin' 'em at yer station , once doses available.
Tank ye fer listenin'
Slán agat !
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(03-31-2010, 11:48 PM)Sprolf Wrote: That is the crux of the matter.
If you aid us, and you aid them, you are the enemy.
If you do not aid them, you are worthless outside of extortion potential.
If you aid us, you will be treated with respect.
good to hear from you again. We already found your package and have moved it to a secure storage and out of the public. However, concerning your worries about the veracity of our deliveries to Graves: What else do you require but time-coded pictures? Should Cpt. Meridian take a picture of his naked butt so you can see he doesn't smuggle your packages back into his transport in his underpants? (//just recently found out about /time...)
Speaking of butts, where do you think should I pull any more information from about the [MLA]? It has been many months since I heard from them, and the only encounter I had with them after their attack threats was their inglorious defeat near Goldgeist, which I only watched from afar. Thankfully an undercover Capship from Liberty on it's way to Leeds took care of these outlaws.
But let's get back to a more productive discourse. If you wish we can try to arrange appointments to deliver your package to Graves under your supervision (as you suggested a long time ago). If you have any information or complaints from the [MLA] please tell me, we have none. So if they haven't contacted neither you nor me you have no reason to be any more pissed than me.
So we will hopefully see you in space during the delivery. Cpt. Meridian is authorized to send you up to 10 mio Cr for the purchase of the freighters you wished for. Please abstain from helping yourself by accessing our bank account, otherwise I will have to rethink the conditions of our deal.
rumors have arrived that you are back in action. Since I got no message back from you regarding an escort for the special deliveries to Graves I took the liberty to oversee the transport of your last round of stuff myself and took pictures with a timestamp this time.