Consul William Bishop stood to at the briefing room.
"Right.", he began. "We are doing well on the Corsair Contracts. Don't kill too many, that's the golden goose.."
Some snickers in the audience at that.
"In recent news, Ladies and Gentlemen, we have received rights to fly through Baffin, and may also continue to buy equipment from the Zoners at Omega 49, as needed."
He continued.
"When flying through Baffin, if one of those TAZ folk give you the 3rd Degree, just advise them that we have paid for passage."
"Also, the passphrase in Baffin that we are to use is 'Hail Eris, Queen of Baffin.'"
"Or Bafflin. Either works."
Some of the men in the audience looked a bit put out..
"Yeah, I know.", Bishop explained. "Its a little odd, but they are good, if eccentric folk, and more importantly, quite well off..."
"So lets keep them happy, eh? Try to get a bit more work outta them. A happy client pays bills promptly, and doesn't always check the disbursments."