I am sad to say I do not see you on The Nine. I suppose it is not too sad considering the rest of the populace is just Omicroners. And anyway, such warm words you welcome me with.
Unfortunately, I have to admit Gabriel Caudill's head eludes me at the moment. I have more important cabbages to be concerned with. Like this station and running it, and growing more cabbages. Always. More. I must have them all.
Not much of a council I am afraid anyway. As you do not know, and probably have heard numerous rumours about, Silvan Argus and Mannock Benitez have deserted the battlefront of the good ol' nine. A shame really. But on the upside all the cabbage is mine. The power of the cabbage! Hail The Nine!
So, there's little need for putting pressure on anyone. I wouldn't last long as the leader on this station if I didn't accede to your request anyway. And it's not so much your political power as the fact that every square inch of The Nine contains an Omicroner, or bacteria, or worse both, since an infected Omicroner would be a most gigantrous headache. Like a pseudo-corporation using The Zoner movement for profits or some really bad jazz player like that.
Either way, I'll be milking for cabbages. The deal is approved by me, and the rest of the populace since they're Omicroners too. So that makes nine. Or Nine. Not sure. But yes, passed. But back to milking. The Nine wants decent protection. Maybe some patrols and extra military protection onboard. Higher quality goods and some better holovision things.
Oh, and I will be needing some of that. Send it to The Nine in a green box labeled For Judas.
And that's business right? Good business, no? Should I smoke a cabbage to celebrate the end of this transmission? Hold on, let me try....
-Mike Rotch.
Freeport 9 Administrator.
Zoner Extraordinaire.
Saviour of Sirius.
Better than you.
Edit: Zelot, there's really no need for you to read the thread.