The Zoner Conference

[Dusty Lens]

//Dead sorry for being a bit behind the posts. Been working brutal hours.

Tim Rhyme hadn't been much bothered to speak during the Marvin slice of the meeting. That he had his head due for the chopping block after that stunt was a matter of public record, which didn't demand much input. While the matter of Omega One didn't directly effect Nine and, for the most part, was none of his damn business he thought it worthwhile to push an idea that he had been entertaining for the better part of the last fifteen minutes or so. A well thought out and deeply considered proposal to be sure. He waited for the moment where he might make a statement to show itself.

Mr. Ah, Maximus brings up an interesting point. Well, one of many interesting points. Given that he was attempting to bring up quite a few at once.

Bretonia maintains a special zeal for harrying their neighbors. The quintessential landlords son deciding what does and does not belong to him based on a loose authority of right of force without the guiding edict of right of law or mandated authority. They've exhausted a great deal of energy placing slanted terms and small steps to exert control over what holdings we maintain on their borders, always disadventagous but never as inconvenient as direct refusal.

The preposterous retroactive claiming of Omega Three. The "gentle colonization" of Gran Canaria. Acts like these have always been followed by the swing of the hammer once they're comfortable that our collective hand has been placed upon the anvil. While such harassment of the Zoner community has stimied somewhat in recent times, due in no small part to the crafty maneuverings of that station's elected representatives (and the tone of Bretonia suddenly not being in total lockstep with a certain Gallic Princess nod nod wink wink) one has to wonder if, so to speak, the juice is worth the squeeze.

Freeport One sits in a comfy location as a center of commerce. But as a center of neutral dealings removed from the hungers of nations it would appear to be somewhat lacking. Even her own representative seems reluctant to issue anything beyond a resigned sigh when relaying the grocery list of issues which are the struggels of any Freeport, but seem magnified by her location and tempo.

So to cut to it has anyone thought about just selling the damn thing off? Or, hell. putting it up for lease. There's something for not ceding because things are troublesome, but it feels that Bretonia's borders have very effectively bulged outwards as they look to terrorize Omega Three as a release for their inability to maintain a front against the Gallics.

Selling the whole kit and kaboodle to, say, the Bounty Hunters Guild or some similar neutral entity would provide those looking to pack up with the largess to do so, be parlayed under the condition that those who wish to stay carry on and effectively remove an unsolvable problem from our backside.

Really. The Guild might be ideal for such an offer. Given that establishing terms which soften the trouble we've had with their rather, ah, insistent command staff in the Core.

Just my notion on the One issue. I'm largely of a mind that the situation in Oh Three is somewhat exaggerated and rather under control. But it seems a worthwhile notion to table. Especially if the trade of such a holding could be made on conditions which we find favorable elsewhere/