**A holographic image of an attractive woman materializes**
**With a big smile she begins to speak**
"Thank you for contacting the Trader's Guild Headquarters! Your transmission is important to us!"
"The Trader's Guild offers to all of Sirius everything it could need, from weapons and equipment to Loans and Escorts! The Headquarters houses the Offices for many of these departments. Please, for direction of your inquiry or comment, select the division you would like to contact from the following list.
**The holographic image motions to several options which appear next to her**
Banking
Defense
Export
Sales
General
"If there is a specific Member of the Guild you wish to contact please input their name as well.
The Guild Master Council at this time consists of:
For any other Guild member names please take a look at our Roster which can be found here.
Lastly please provide your name or ship call sign so that we may ensure efficient contact and response. If you are an already existing member contacting the Headquarters please be sure to provide a [tg] mark before your name or call sign."
An example of what your Transmission Heading should look like is as follows:
Personal Name :: [tg]Amon Cire
Department :: Banking
Contacting :: Adonis Malak
If there is no specific person you wish to contact please leave that section off the Heading.
If the nature of your transmission is recruitment related, please use the following channel and fill out the application. Private [tg] Channel
The Traders Guild thanks you for time! Please input the required information now........................................"
** The image of the woman gives one last big smile with a slight head tilt before the recording ends**
*On board Hades Moreno's personal luxury liner, high orbit over Planet Malta*
Hades storms into his private suite and directly to the holographic display. Still posted on the datapad beside it is the latest transmission from the Council of Zoners...
"Computer, close zoner council files. Reroute command control to this console on GM authority. Security level black: seal this room and activate all counter-measure software.
Open emergency comm line to Guild Headquarters. Priority 1. "
////transmission...established
////encrypt...priority 1 black
////datastream...secure
////connection...100%
"Priority 1 secure channel established, Mr. Moreno. Holographic interface activated"
--Personal Name :: [tg]Hades Moreno
--Department :: Guild Master Council
--Contacting :: Amon Cire
"Connecting now"
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"Amon, forgive me the use of emergency encrypted channels but...given my current situation, you'll understand.
My ship was passing through sigma 17 when we recieved private comms from an unidentified outcast signal.
The message was a basic greeting and instructions to proceed to Omicron Alpha to begin a meeting with the Outcast Council of Dons.
Given the recent...situation between our guild and the Outcasts, I thought it purdent not to ignore such an offer and made top speed for Alpha system. Our haste made communicating securely with HQ unlikely, hence why I have waited until now.
After being allowed entrance to the system, a 101st pilot escorted the ship to orbit above Malta, where 3 Battleship-class vessels were there awaiting my arrival.
Dons of the ROS, 101st and SOB were all present in their capital ships, along with a sizable number of fighter craft escorts. An impressive display to be sure...
Tense negotiations began immediately, with the outcasts openly demanding that our Guild cease all research and sale of nomad technology. One in particular, Dennis Jamison of the 101st, seemed feverent on aquiring our developments in that area.
Regardless, given what we have already discussed, this worked perfectly in our favour and I was able to promise the Outcasts that we would cease all research, sale and use of nomad technology. Nor would we ever harm a "great spirit" again.
Furthermore, I promised to surrender our supply of nomad weaponry to the outcasts...Given that we have already sold off most of it I do not see the harm.
Dennis Jamison is to be sent our complete files on nomad technology research. However little we have actually done in that area, it does not seem he cares.
As we planned to end our nomad projects already. Promising the outcasts does nothing to harm our business as I see it.
For our part, I managed to secure a small supple of inferno weapons for both the Headquarters ship and our defence wing fighters. While the outcasts refused to allow us to sell the weapons, I consider it a small victory none the less.
More importantly, trade routes are to be established sending to Malta and other Outcast bases needed supplies.
As part of this, Dennis Jamison specifically requested a huge quanity of expensive equipment in order to..build his labaratory as I was told. Regardless, the shipment is on its way to Malta as we speak and the Outcasts promise a huge monetary sum in exchange.
Various events forced us to call off the negotiations early but I was offered accomodations on Malta by the ROS.
While I fear contamination by the vile cardamine drug that literally infests the air of this planet. I will land and stay to appease our Outcast hosts. Proper hazard procautions will be taken of course and I plan to spend as much time on the luxury liner as possible, breathing clean air.
This brings me to my final point. The talks with the outcasts were obviously planned to happen, but our hands were forced too soon. It means we must immediately seek a meeting with the Corsair Elder council if we are to maintain our neutrality with both sides.
I request that you open channels to the Elder Council and ask for a meeting so we may offer them fair terms as the outcast recieved.
I will hold at Malta until our negotations with the Outcasts have been completed but in the meantime I suggest you set course for Omicron Gamma.
Hades out. Good luck to both of us in the days ahead..."
For more information and recruitment for the Trader's Guild, please visit:
**Amon Cire is awoken from his sleep aboard his luxury liner to his computer announcing that a "priority transmission has been received". The message keeps repeating until he activates his holographic generator and the transmission begins**
**Startled by the news brought to him by Hades Moreno Amon immediately gives the command to his helmsmen to set course for Omicron Gamma over the on board comm**
**After arriving in Gamma he sends this communication**
---transmission...established
---encrypt...priority 1 black
---datastream...secure
---connection...100%
Personal Name :: [tg]Amon Cire
Department :: Guild Council
Contacting :: Hades Moreno
My good friend this is dire indeed. I have arrived at Gamma and have contacted to the Elder Council in an attempted to rectify what the Council of Dons has put into motion.
The transmission where this took place can be found here. Let us hope that we may yet make this work.
Personnel Name :: Coriko Lameos
Department :: Guild Council
Contacting :: Hades Moreno
Shipments of the requested materials were successfully delivered to Malta. 1000 tonnes of each of the following items:
Niobium
MOX
Optronics
Engine Components
Ship Hull panels
To avoid breaking Kusarian law, and because New Berlin was enroute, the military materials (eng comps, MOX, hull panels) were sourced from there.
I received a substantial payment for these items, the shiphands on the landing pad transferred it whilst i was waiting for the cargo to be unloaded.
Shipments were acknowledged and verified by Dennis Jamison of the 101st
INCOMEING SIGNAL...........................................COMMUNICATIONS LINK ESTABLISHED
COMMUNICATION MATRIX..................................F-23 TRANSMITTER
COMMUICATION ID CONFIRMED..........................PYRIEL STAR
TRIANGLEATING ORIGIN....................................OMICRON DELTA
DESTINATION IDENTIFIED..................................AMON CIRE
SIGNAL MODULATION.........................................CONFORMING TO LOCAL COMMUNICATION MATRIX
Salutations, Trader's Guild and greetings AMon Cire. It is I, Pyriel Star again. We spoke briefly on the subject of my research and my need for funding. I am messageing you now to follow up on those talks to illustrate that I am serious and the results we've discussed as mutualy beneficial are in fact true and only a few hundred million from reality.
I possess my own lab and defensive systems. I am able to collect my own specimens. I have my own crew. However, I will need more personel with specualized skills and custom build equipment as time and results unfold. I will need to hire new and additional engineers to assist in the fabrications as well. I have looked over our present ability to accumulate additional credits and see we suffer massive short falls.
I contacted you because I see your organization benefiting from my research as much as most life in Surius.
I respectfully request that you consider my proposal for funding and have those with in your organization check my schematics and notation enclosed in the following data burst.
Further more the Trader's Guild may benefit from my unique tactical knowledge of certain mechanized obsticles they face on a regular basis. Please consider my request but, please understand that time is of the essence and I am seeking funding else where as well. My work must be complete for the betterment of all Surius and your organization will realize with its forethought that it has been invited to be the saviors of Surius. Help me, help us all.
---transmission...established
---encrypt...priority 9 white
---datastream...secure
---connection...100%
Personnel Name :: Coriko Lameos
Department :: Defense
The Kill on Sight order placed on the corsair "Fausto" has been removed. It has been rendered unnecessary, as we rarely, if ever come across this individual anymore.
No reports have been received of this Corsair pirating or attacking our vessels have been received in recent months.
Defense Wing Cmd. Travis Ryans permitted me to relinquish this order.
It shows my father, our head of trading, breaking our laws, and Liberty's laws. He has let the Guild down, his family down, and defamed our honourable lawful guild.
I demand punishment for his actions. he sets an example for the Guild, this can no longer continue as he might lead others to his corrupt ways. He once held influence over my life, no longer, I renounce my kinship of this dishonourable man.
Rest assured, I will not help Coriko in his evil, greed consumed ways. Who knows how long he has been smuggling under our banner. He has perhaps even abused our exclusive contract with Bretonia, and has continued his shpments of Deterium, not to planet Harris, as agreed, but to their enemies. We cannot know for sure the damage of his actions.
I humbly request that an Ultimatum be placed on this trickster, the extent of it is up to you, be it fining, stripping of rank, or humiliatingly outcast from the Traders Guild.
// sorry to be doing this all myself, but my superiors have important Real life stuff to do:
**Coriko's heart still pounding, with both apprehension and sickening regret, as he opened his transponder panel**
**Reluctantly he pressed read new message... the Holographic Image of the Personnel Manager appeared, she was a young lady, and at times Coriko had found her attractive. This time any such thoughts were at the back of his mind. the message started playing...**
"To hell with this" said Coriko, as he paused the message "I need a drink first"
**He returns to the console with a bottle of whisky in his hand... at times like this one has no desire for a glass**
**taking a swig, Coriko presses play**
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"Coriko, the guild has taken a vote from all members. We asked them whether you should be severely punished for the unlawful actions you have been reported to have undertaken...
We regret to inform that the answer was unaminous, the answer from all members, was yes."
"Your son was included in this vote, he also privately sent us a message. We have decided not to pass this on to you, so as to prevent future harm. He is ashamed of your traitorous actions, and feels betrayed."
The kindly woman took a quick pause, and looked down, gathering her thoughts
"Because of the large amount of work you have previously done for the Guild, and that we are sure no punishment can be greater than your child turning his back on you, we have somewhat lessened the, perhaps deserved punishment."
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**Coriko didn't care any longer, the bottle had been dropped to the floor, its contents spilling out. Head in hands, he couldn't even look any longer at the projected image.**
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"We have decided to allow you to stay within our Guild, however, your rank would be stripped from you. Your position will be the lowest within our establishment... you would follow even the orders of new recruits."
"In addition this we are demanding a substantial fine for the damage you have done to our reputation."
"You have done us great service in the past, and with that in mind, we have been lenient."
"But be warned, if you smuggle again, or refuse to pay this fee, you shall be banished... you're fortunate to have received a warning"
"These are the words passed to me from the Guildmasters, Izabelle Pursious out..."
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**Coriko's self loathing had become anger, the image faded, he punched the holographic projector**
"BANISH ME!!!" he yelled "BANISH THE ONE WHO CONTROLLED THE GUILD!!! I was the true leader, THEY CANNOT BANISH ME!!! THE GUILD WILL FALL WITHOUT MY INFLUENCE!!!"
**Coriko's anger had deluded him, he had power before, but to profess such greatness had both been both untrue, and unordinary behaviour for a previously gentle, wise and elderly man.**
**He wrote his message, unable in his state to transmit a message the usual way. As he wrote he spoke the simple words**
**Once finished a grin formed, then a laugh... yes, this old dog wasn't done for yet, he had a plan, a vengeful plan**
"I wish to speak to all members of the Guild publicly, to make an announcement regarding these circumstances. Please arrange a time and location for this, I require ALL members to attend."
**He handed this note to the barman on Ibiza base in Omicron Alpha, and asked it be passed on to Freeport 6, where the tg Headquarters ship was stationed, as soon as possible.**
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