"Looks like we have company coming, Sharda," Krikor says
finally standing up and removing the piloting ear bug and
replacing it with his perscom. He stretches. "You'll come
with? You have a lot more tact than I do," he grins.
The owners of the freight have already called back to
arrange for final delivery of their goods.
Killian & Sons will arrange for local stevedores to
unload their cargo tomorrow morning.
Mr. Brown of Brown Brokers called to say that he would
arrange for the locals to unload the day after tomorrow,
but if you agree deliver his freight to him at Parlek
Port he will pay an extra 2,000 cr.
Krikor checks his manifest for how much cargo that would
be. Brown's cargo is 15 dtons...you decide.
"You've got 15 tons. Let me check with customs, since the're on the way out
here, and I'll confirm with you. I'll call you back."
Parlek Port is a combination sea, air, space port that
serves the Parlek Republic. The Parlek Republic owns a
very large portion of the northern continent...most of
its land is too cold and dry for settlement, but large
farms, plantations and ranches make up the sections
closest to the southern coast.
You haven't heard Robert Solasksi, but as the ground
vehicle starts toward the ship a call from him comes
...
Krikor beats Sharda to it and takes it on his personal
comm. "'Allo, Akus Moby here. May I help you?"
"Er, yes." says the man on the other end, "Professor Robert Solasksi here.
I receive a message that you called to me earlier. You have the shipment
from Glisten for my project, yes?"
"Yes I do."
"Please, be so good as to not have broken the security seal. the man
continues, "I have a need to arrange for you to deliver this container,
unopened, to the project site, yes?"
"Well, it ain't been broke yet," the skipper says, "and customs is on their
way out there right now. I don't suppose they'll be opening the shipment,
seeing as how its sealed. And I'll ask about renting a vehicle or otherwise
delivering it out to your site."
Krikor
