Traders message dump

[Malaclypse 666]

"Pops" Waverly guided the Daddy W low over the crested waves of Cortez, the turbulent wake thrown by its bow causing even more frenzy on the waters below. His docking was uneventful, and as promised, the technicians and managers from both Spa and Cruise, and the the horticultural geneticists from Agiera, looking tense and uncertain, were awaiting his arrival.

"Gentlemen. Good afternoon, and thank you for coming so quickly. I had to make a special purchase just to accomodate this operation; and once we have the gambling equipment and appurtenances from the old Daddy W unloaded, we can begin loading the other items."

the Spa and Cruise Manager stepped forward and said in a querilous voice, Mr Waverly, sir, are we to understand that you wish us to purchase this equipment back from you?"

"Not at all, my good man! But as you are the original builders and warranters of this equipment, I've engaged you to refurbish it, and then to deliver it to an establishment on Belfast. Please coordinate the installation of the machinery with a young lass named Merry. She has an ideal large parlor ready which will not interfere with bar, dining, or the domed solarium. There will be a million credit bonus to you and your crew if the installation is complete within the week."

"That's very generous, Squire. We will begin the unloading immediately!"

Pops then turned to the Agiera crew, who were now exhibiting intense curiousity.

"And you gentlemen. I've bought out your contracts with Agiera as of today. Your new employer is Daddy Warbucks Enterprises. I was thinking of contracting with Synth Foods for this project; but you gentlemen have done exemplary work in designing, maintaining, and increasing the yield of this hydroponics facility.

"Now you are about to become dirt farmers, or Entheogenologists, if you prefer. I have found the ideal soil and growing conditions for our product, lads. We're moving our inventory, seed stock, and research labs lock stock and barrel to another location. In your case, gentlemen, the deadline is one month, but the bonus is 10 million, 2% of stock, and all the product you can consume. We should have enough of the hydroponics inventory to tide us over.

"If you managers will see to getting things started, I'm off to charter a hydrofoil. Join me at the docks. We shall fish, and sample the new crop!"

"You're alright.", said the Ageira mangager. You must make a ton of money off this "Kallisti Gold."

"Not really." answered Pops. "I make my money from legitimate trading, mostly. This experiment is a hobby and also a calling from a Higher Power. All of the product you have grown here, and will be growing for some time, is distributed for free throughout Sirius. Not as a means of undermining the synth M or Cardi trades, mind you; but as subtle method of initiating folk into new ways of thinking, and to seeing things that certain folk don't want you to see... the fnords."

"Is that what they're called! The Manager exclaimed. I must admit I've been disturbed lately by brief glimpses of them, sort of around the fringes of things which don't really make sense, it you think about it. I thought I'd had a bat bit of boiled beef."

*Apologies to the Traders for waxing overmuch, but this seemed the appropriate location. Pops*

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