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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 27, 2006 13:08:08 GMT -5
The Message
I will begin sending you shipments. You will ship them wherever I instruct you to. This will be beneficial to us both.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 27, 2006 14:03:13 GMT -5
"Here goes nothing," Dace thought as he read the message.
[glow=red,2,300]I'll do it. In the future, could our business relationship be a little more solid? Will I ever see you? Will we deal in person? Are we to form an organization together?[/glow]
Dace knew better than to ask such questions. They would probably not be answered at this point, but Dace was insufferably curious.
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 27, 2006 14:42:58 GMT -5
Another Message
I am unable to leave my current position. But, shoud you believe a partnership the correct choice, then so be it. As long as you provide me with your freighters and your shipping company, I will give you what you need.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 27, 2006 15:00:46 GMT -5
Dace paused while he felt warm and excited about this new relationship.
[glow=red,2,300]Very wel. What is your first shipment?[/glow]
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Post by Cyberguy on Sept 7, 2006 22:47:24 GMT -5
The next message did not come for days.
one of your freighters are in orbit around Nar Shaddaa. They are carrying valuable cargo. You are to take them and send one cylinder to each of the following worlds:
Coruscant Duros Iridonia Bespin Ord Mantell
Once in orbit, contact will be made by those to whom you aare to deliver the goods to. You are not to open or look at the contents of the cylinder.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Dec 4, 2006 22:37:30 GMT -5
A CR90 Corellian Corvette appeared in the noon sky on Bestine. The rocky islands surrounded by massive amounts of water soon came into view as the freighter neared the surface. Dace Fyr stood on the bridge as his pilots navigated a course through the atmosphere. Bestine belonged to Left Hand Shipping, and it was time Dace Fyr had returned home to claim it. A DL-22 strapped to his thigh and a beard covering his face, Dace Fyr thought about his actions in the past 20 years. He had taken a long hiatus and was ready to return. He'd seen it all, though. He'd been to the farthest reaches of the galaxy, taking a break from the stressful life of a smuggling organization leader. He'd been to the most beautiful worlds. Felucia, Manaan, Kushibah, Kamino, Bakura, Aquilaris, Dantooine.
[glow=red,2,300]Begin landing procedures.[/glow]
Dace Fyr instructed his pilots as the Wild Fire began to near the Left Hand's islands.
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Post by Cyberguy on Dec 4, 2006 23:14:34 GMT -5
As the ship is guided into the Headquarters, a message appeared on-screen in front of Dace, coming directly from Vyaaetu.
You have been on... vacation... long enough, Mr. Fyr. You will find that, in your abscence, the fleet has been more than doubled in size, again. These new ships are, again, your responsibility. I would like you to go to Bespin. A recent discharging of my core weapon has left us with some space that needs to be rebuilt. Also, you are still behind schedule on our expansion. We have yet to reach the desired range. Welcome back, Mr. Fyr. You've got a lot of work to do.
(pm for details, Ras)
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Post by Ras Surrell on Dec 5, 2006 17:30:09 GMT -5
Dace brought up his orders on the computer at his desk, read them quickly, and keyed in the comm link code for one of his pilots. The holographic image of the pilots head whirred to life.
[glow=red,2,300]Yes, sir. What is it?[/glow]
Dace responded quickly
[glow=red,2,300]Prepare my ship and set a course for Bespin. I'll be out there shortly.[/glow]
Dace turned off the comlink and left his office. He locked the door and took the turbo lift down to the hangar. Already people were flocking to the Wild Fire as it prepared for takeoff. Dace got on board along with his right hand man, Hin Scrotan, and the ship quickly left the hangar. Once in space, Dace gave the order, and the Wild Fire was on its way to Bespin.
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