Syndicate Applications "Shredder"

[Marlowe221]

A man walked into the bar. He had short, salt and pepper hair. His age could have been anywhere from 30 to 45 standard years. He paused for a moment as he entered the room, looked around for a moment, and walked over to the end of the bar and sat down.

"What can I get for you?" the barman asked, polishing the bar a little with a dry rag.

"I'll take a Liberty Ale," the man responded. "I hear you're a man that passes along a message from time to time. The kind of thing a private man might not want on the open comm channels."

The barman smiled a little and laughed quietly, almost to himself. "I don't know what you're talking about friend," was all he said.

"Of course not," the man replied. "My mistake."

The barman turned and walked to another part of the bar to help a customer that had just walked in. He had left his polishing cloth on the bar close to the man with with the salt and pepper hair.

The man slipped a small envelope from his jacket pocket and slipped it underneath the rag. He took one last sip of his drink and walked quietly out of the bar.

The barman finished serving the new customer and walked back over to the end of the bar where the man had been. He slid the rag off the bar, taking the envelope he knew would be there with it. Bending over slightly, he fed the envelope, unopened, into a device that appeared to be a shredder.

The barman smiled to himself and shook his head and went back to polishing the bar.

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To whom it may concern:

My name is.... unimportant. Suffice it to say that I am a former employee of Deep Space Engineering. I transported sensitive trade lane parts and jump gate parts to destinations all over the sector. I always wanted to strike out on my own and I was recently able to save up enough credits to buy a used Armored Transport from DSE and leave the company.

I had always heard complaints from independent traders on the comm channels about LPI, and the Liberty Navy. I always laughed them off until the day I became one. As a member of DSE I was granted easy passage anywhere in House space. Now I found I was the object of suspicion immediately upon my arrival in a system. I was forced to answer questions and submit to scans that could barely be considered legal. On one particularly memorable trip I was stopped 4 times by different members of the Liberty Authorities for scans on one trip through the New York system. I was carrying.... consumer goods.

I soon realized that the traditional method of trading was not for me. After some "reputation fixing" so that the pirate groups of Sirius would not shoot me on sight, I began running "cargo" through less obvious routes all over the sector for groups of all stripes. Even so I am often the target of Pirates and the authorities alike....

Whispers abound in the independent smuggler community of a group of professionals. They are never caught, are seldom seen, and their very existence is a subject of doubt and speculation among the House police forces. I am hereby formally requesting entry into that group.
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