Sharda sends out messages to Killian & Sons, Brown Brokers and Robert
Solasksi about the freight being delivered. She and Sasha
can look into selling the construction equipment the crew bought,
but first they need to see to delivering the freight that was
entrusted to them....and Sasha will need to field the visit from
the local officials, he wonders if on this planet they *expect*
bribes like on Glisten.
The Vilani seeks out Sasha, wanting to be present when the officials come
to call.
Sharda is still on the bridge fielding calls and glancing at the
readouts on various sensors while Krikor does most of the work of
shutting the systems down. She notices a ground car leave the Terminal
building and start toward the ship...officials most likely.
"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. If a
reasonable amount (i.e. can fit it into an air raft trip or two), he will
agree.
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 in....
Krikor beats Sharda to it and takes it on his personal comm. "'Allo,
Princess Bride here. May I help you?"
Sharda sends out messages to Killian & Sons, Brown
Brokers and Robert Solasksi about the freight being
delivered. She and Sasha can look into selling the
construction equipment the crew bought, but first
they need to see to delivering the freight that was
entrusted to them....and Sasha will need to field the
visit from the local officials, he wonders if on this
planet they *expect* bribes like on Glisten.
The Vilani seeks out Sasha, wanting to be present when
the officials come to call.
Sharda is still on the bridge fielding calls and glancing
at the readouts on various sensors while Krikor does most
of the work of shutting the systems down. She notices a
ground car leave the Terminal building and start toward
the ship...officials most likely.
"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. If a reasonable amount (i.e. can fit it into an air
raft trip or two), he will agree.
Brown's cargo is 15 dtons...you decide.
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, Princess Bride here. May I help you?"
OOC: Finally! :) Someone else got the wrong game. ;) Greg,
Princess Bride is RDeep, this is Akus Moby!
"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?"
"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?"
"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."
"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."
"Excellent, Captain." Mr. Brown says, "I will be in my office
for the next four hours, but can be contacted by mobile at any
time."
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."
"The cargo contains animal control devices, Captain." Solaski
says, "Illegal, to be sure, on Griffin Island, as they would
be called weapons, but legal, certainly, on Piazia. Piazia
Island where my University's research project located is, is
where you must deliver my container. I will arrive at your
ship to brief you on protocols for conduct on island and
delivery, yes?"
