Zero looks Jimmy in the eyes to answer his question.
"Ahh yes. A little something for me, or Marne specifically. The weapons you provided were of a very high grade, a regular shipment to outfit our troops, as well as sell it on. Here, variety is key."
"To expand on that, the Gallic markets lack any sort continued variation, a frequent change in supplies would net a far greater profit."
Zero exhales a long breath of smoke after taking in a deep inhale from the cigarette while he waits for the bartender to bring Jimmy his drink so he can order himself a drink.
Expertly rolling a cigarette from one side of his mouth to another, Jimmy added the requests to his pad "Yeah, sure sure. Gettin' different hardware up here each time ain't no problem."
Taking his drink from the bartender who had quietly approached, he began again "Now gettin' what you guys want is the easy bit, gettin' it up here is somethin' else.
See a lot of Sirians don't know the different sides of Gallia, any mook you'd meet on the lanes would just think we're supportin' the Royalists and that kinda rumour ain't what I'd want on the Pack's rep capiche? So we'd need to be fast and loose with these deliveries, keepin' times and days random to throw off anyone who might be snoopin'.
Jimmy took a sip of his drink and smiled in appreciation of it "That okay with you guys?"
Remy takes a drag from his cigarrete and starts talking to Jimmy, while playing around with his cup base.
Sure, thats fine by me. I understand you might want to avoid coming here often, but I do have to ask that at least the shipments of synth weed come regularly.
He takes a sip from his Gallic Pride and continues to speak.
Once I start selling that, I assume I'll have many regulars. One thing is holding off on the hounds and the slaves,
but not being able to keep a constant delivery of your drugs seems like just a waste of money and clients, for both of us.
Remy makes a brief pause, as if meaning to change the subject but remaining hesitant.
Say, Jimmy. I met this...group of Kusarians the other day. The Golden Chrysantemum. Do you know anything about them? Would you place your trust in them?
"Hmm, you got'a point there." He said to Remy, tapping his chin with a thumb "If you guys can get us with maps of that minefield in Lorraine and any other jumpholes besides the one's in Rishiri and Languedoc I reckon we can flip things enough to keep a constant supply."
After tapping the ash from his cigarette once more, Jimmy held it between his middle fingers as he took another drag "You really ain't talkin' to the right guy about trust. Hell most of my clients would probably put one through my head the moment I stopped bein' useful" he gestured to his forehead leaving a trail of smoke as he did. "But I ain't runnin' a show you and the Golden C do, so things probably work different."
"What you gotta know is the Golden C are all about puttin' a woman in charge of Kusari, and every one of 'em uses cardamine so they're wrapped around the Outcasts' little finger. Some of 'em hate anythin' with a 'pair and some don't but I ain't heard anythin' about backstabin'. So either they're good on their words or just real good on cleanup" he mimed slitting his throat with a dark grin.
"We can give you copies of our maps and star charts, well to some degree, if you need them. Gallia is a big place and a little information never hurt anyone. If only we could get some more information on Sirius and its inhabitants..." Zero trails off.
Zero quickly raises an eyebrow, only just catching onto what was said.
Remy tapped his cigarette on the ash tray and took a sip from his drink.
I don't know much about them. That is why I asked Jimmy. All I know is what I was told by them in Gers. It appears that they wish to turn a nearby nation, called Kusari, into a matriarchy.
Remy makes a brief smile, amused by Nathen's curiosity.
I'm a bit uncertain if I really want to work with them. Mais, for now, they have been the only group of kusarians that have been friendly enough towards me.
Remy pauses, pondering if what he is about to say is in his best interests.
They did tell me about another organization in Kusari. I believe they are called Hogosha. However they didn't tell me much about them. All I know is that they are some sort of powerful syndicate, sort of like the Unione Corse.
Still leaning back in his seat happily smoking away Jimmy was caught a little offguard at being addressed "What? Oh yeah, I think we can work things out nicely. Hell we can even pick up spoils you guys grab from your raids, no doubt some of that stuff is gonna sell well in the other colonies."
"For now we, meanin' me and the Pack, will bring in Wildlife, attack hounds, a rotatin' supply of weapons and a steady stream of synth weed. While you guys supply us with Nox and as much Prometheum as you can." He read off from the pad "The problem is gonna be how we collect, our rep with the Brigands ain't exactly well known so until we can spread the word it'll be that base of yours or timed drops."
