What's up denizens of the void? How's it going tradelane slaves? G'day to ya sluggers an druggers an muggers and muppets!
Just wanna introduce myself, Randy Barstid, of the illustree... illustryoos... er, famous Barstid family hailing from residential asteroid #344 right outside Freeport 11. My pappy, ole Harry Barstid himself, moved us there tryin to get away from some particularly persistent debt collectors... seems they wanted his literal skin. Well he sure showed them after he got a little tipsy one time and drifted a bit too close to a quasar... now he's got barely any skin left. Anyway that was the end of his trading days and so he left his ole ship to me, so now I'm plyin the trade lanes tryin to make an honest credit or 10 billion.
So yeah, I guess you could call me a Zoner, and a loner, and a lover and a drinker and a scrapper and a tramper. Whatever ya call me I'm happy to make yer acquaintance, and if'n ya see me out on the lanes feel free to send a shuttle over for some of my famous vacuum distilled Barstid special. Gar-un-teed to knock your space booties off!
Keepin an open channel here so any and all replies are welcome!
Alix De Crozet, laying in his cot, drifting alongside the lanes toward Languedoc, flipping though things tagged "priority" on his tablet...
In Tau, for some reason, whatever any peasant decides is worth shouting to the void, they can simply hire a transmission agency, and send out.
Which, Alix didn't necessarily mind. It wasn't that he thought peasants should be silenced. But since this one was someone he'd had the...pleasure...of interacting with in the past, he was flagged as a priority intercept.
And so, Here he was, evening creeping in, in a time he ought have spent on personal meditation clearing his mind and reflecting on the day, staring at his glowing tablet, getting things labled "priority intercept", a broadcast from...A half drunken peasant, expressing to all and sundry that he was the inheritor of his father's unpaid and apparently sought after debts.
"Ignorant fool."
Alix couldn't help himself. Grinning, he called up his wingmate Renault's addresses and forward the broadcast, running his own audio commentary at the front.
"Theirry! I think you'll just as likely be amused that this swill drinking peasant has just outed himself to his father's creditors, in, apparently, some sort of drunken outburst. And someone has taken the buffoon's money and told the whole of Tau."