Message to: V-Max, Veranda Incognita
Comm ID: [~V~]Oro.de.Veranda
Wake up, Blockhead! Waverly reporting in.
Rick and I have safely reached the "Spa" in Baffin. the Oro is moored at the north polar access tunnel. We will proceed inside by shuttle tomorrow.
Full load of deuterium delivered to the storage facility at FP6. We also picked up supplies for construction at the Spa:
800 units basic alloy for starting framework;
400 units construction machinery, ready for you to upload Spa and Temple designs, Maxie;
500 units terraforming gases, for the trace elements the "Scrubbies" seem to be short of.
We then proceeded to the Scrubby Preserve "southwest" of the Sun, and coaxed another 500 or so of the little poopers into the remaining cargo holds, where they commenced to clean them of all the nasty dirt, dust and radiation. Slick as a whistle. (Note to Dis: Did we every patent the "Scrubby Housekeeping Service"..?) We discharged the Scrubbies on the outside of the Spa, as the atmosphere and terraforming inside the moonlet seem to be suffficient with the current population.
Inform Mama Dis that we'd like her to pop up at her earliest convenience to keep an eye out while we're inside "rehabilitating". I'm not sure that Rick could sense the "Kitty/Caprica" unit in his current condition; so we'd like a little insurance. The old Shikikan should do nicely.
Oh, and tell Scutter we'll be testing his new shipsuits extensively during the next week. We want to do a full mapping of the geode once our Pineals have been shined enough to take the energy in proximity to all those crystals Mal has been crowing about.
Report concluded. Pass on to all TAZ members; and don't sell off the silverware while we're gone, Max; or we'll replace you with one of those nice Gammu metalheads! We'll wait until Dis on scope before proceeding inside. Wish our chakras luck!
Spelunking inside a Geode! Spa and Cruise, eat your hearts out!
Rick and i have not only refreshed our physical bodies; but climbing through these crystal spires has us glowing in the dark from the focused energies!
This place truly is wondrous. And powerful. I now believe that any residences for guests must be placed in orbit around the planetoid. Our guests would have to be gradually introduced to the energies inside the Geode; or the experience could be completely disorienting. However, the exact center of the planetoid is definitely destined to be the location of our main Temple to the Goddess. It was meant to be.
Rick is regaining his telepathic connection with Fnordie. They have begun to converse daily for long periods of time. I am not privy to their future plans, but I am greatly encouraged by Rick's rehabilitation and renewed energy. Bless the Goddess.
For myself, i am seeking the guidance of the Goddess in several matters. Whatever She reveals to me will have great import for the future of Her Church, and, by extension for the TAZ itself. Rick has agreed to to stay with me until his plans are solidified as well.
And, consider me insane if you wish, but I seem to feel the presence of an old friend here as well. I have even imagined conversing in my dreams. If these are not just wild and wishful hallucinations, then it would seem that we have forgiven each other for past transgressions and mistakes.
I lift from Port Canaria this morning to enjoy the double sunrise and drink some Oro.de.Veranda primo blend, and I'm aghast at the mishmash of visitors I see.
First is some bloke named CHOPPER. A bloody Outcast-ID'd, Outcast-IFF'd Outcast Destroyer sitting right in my face with a hold full of various and sundry prisoners. Now, to top it all off, he is totally ignored by the local Corsair patrols!
I attempted numerous times to question this bloke regarding these strange inconsistencies; but this deluded soul was either deaf, mute, or spoke only some derivative of bloody Klingon. No response whatsoever.
Well, I wanted to maintain our TAZ hospitality, but thought someone else should come over and verify this total "chao pie". I hailed one of the Benitez brothers a few systems over. Ximen Benitez came over as a courtesy, but "Chopper" by then had been left the system. ((after a gentle Admin bump and another Admin kill to wake him up a bit.))
However, not seconds later, a SECOND bloody Outcast with the very same particulars sailed past me. This gentlemen , the "Destr()yer.Ken()bi, also ignored my polite but pointed inquiries. He also seemed rather "invisible" to the local Corsair patrols. He at least responded, but not very satisfactorily, I'm afraid.. until I broke into my rather limited German with "Was tuten zie????"
Benitez did observe this fellow, and we both commented on what seemed to be a rather "enhanced" power plant.. one moment his outcast pancake was parting my thinning hair, and the next he was 10k away!
At any rate, why are all these bloody outcasts getting so lost? I'm putting in a Council request for more signage at the Jump Holes.
And by Thud, I will enjoy my sunrises in peace again, if I have to start chasing them off in my mining ship!
Benitez, hope you enjoyed your cappucino, at least.
Get on the comms to all the merchants in Port Canaria. I want a full load of beets, cabbages, potatoes, small furry animals, and medium-size woolly buggers on the Oro asap! Oh, and throw in some coffee and tobacco. Add about 10% of our favorite mood enhancers and pineal augmentors for good measure.
I'm headed for Ames as soon as the hatches are closed. Poor Nayehiya blighters remind me of the old ELF.. not a pot to whiss in or a window to throw it out of.
After I delivered those relief supplies to Great Chief Vlenidohv at Ames Station; a promising Pineal popped onto my scope. And lads, we were on a roll!
This nice lad named Eddie P., he's hotter than a Rolex watch on a hobo's wrist, I tell ya! The Oro.de.Veranda grabbed him at Pittsburgh, and directed him into a shiney new Transport, the [~V~]E.A.Poeticus. (I rather forced the name on ol' Eddie, because he impressed me so with his doggerel and rather macabre sense of humor.)
So off to Bering we go for the obligatory baksheesh and arm-twisting; priming the pump along the way by annoying a few sleepy bounty boys. Eris must have felt bad about that last poor lad, ol' May; because Eddie hit the daily Zoner double at Freeport 2 on the second try! We wooted, and pooted our way back to Manhattan for a load of VIP's northbound; because Eddie fancied my Skyblasts, and wanted to get to know the Gassies at Naha better.
We made it to Honshu, and ran out of energy. So, if you happen to see Eddie, flashin' Zoner all proud, point him in the direction of Naha, Skyblasts, proper ID and the Veranda. We'll jell over some julips, by Jingo!
*So that's what that bloody racket was from the guest room last night! It sounded like a base saxophone with three valves leaking. You snore like a titan, friend! Tee hee! Glad to meet ya, Mr. P.!*
Mama to V-Max:
*And you can bloody wake up too, you contrary cube! Update our roster, please. I dropped Sylvia off at Manhattan; and she's shopping about for bits for her new jitney, the [~V~]_Shadey.Syl*
Mama to Sylvia:
*Don't take the blue current, and don't take the Xeno bribe, 'member? Glad to have you amongst the F-Troop, hon. Sophie and I look forward to getting together for long, silly girl talks!*
*Off to Baffin to get Hiram Abiff settled in. That bloke must really have a corner on the old Segredos, if he can manifest his entire body through time and space on demand. Mal, your little Hindi levitation tricks are Cabbage's play compared to that! Take a lesson or two!*
Erleichda!
Dis-corky
((Faction status updated yet again. Welcome to the TAZ P Funk and ahem.. Old Blind Crone.))
Hiram to Whoever's in charge of navigators around here:
Bah! This so-called "Navigator" hath the brains of your average baboon! I shalt take no argument; he must be replaced, as he could not even manage to find that Hole in the spacial Dimension to Baffin! I 'twas forced to request the location from a passing Zoner, who 'twas in this odd, fish-like battleship, with Outcast coming out of that.. IFF, is it called?
The Baffin Construction Project hath little time before it begins. I shalt prepare for construction.
In all the excitement of bringing about your "arrival", and poring over the bluepriints with you, I totally forgot to requisition your Transponder! I'll wager we forgot to issue one to Eddie P. too!! Of course, Sylvia is her "own" transponder.. heh.
I'll have Dis get one out of the box and spin it up. It's an excellent Comms and Nav device. You might even be able to train it to curse and order shopgirls around in passable Yiddish.
And as was mentioned to Sylvia.. don't give it the blue current. Sophie was high for a week when she got plugged into the wrong charger by accident!
Whistle "If I were a Rich Man" if you need anything else, Hiram.