Traders message dump

[Fellow Hoodlum]

MESSAGE TO: [IND] Executive

COMM ID: Hoodlum

Sorry chaps, won't be around quite so much for a while. Other matters to attend to ...
Sure you won't be missing my cordial banter anyway, just the odd insult or two.
Carry on regardless ...
That is all.

BUGGERAGE ENDS:

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

[romer]

Message to: Hoodlum

Comm ID: Romer

We'll hold down the bar...err...fort...whatever. Just remember the old addage: 'When the cat is away...the mice will play." Or in our case, just sit in the bar and get sloppy drunk. What else would any self-respecting billionaire do? Which brings me to another point. It may be time to retire the tail waggin' LTrain. I'm thinking of something a bit more dignified, maybe a larger crew, and a dedicated massage therapist...


Snobbage Ends

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[marauder]

To: All IND

Comm ID: Markus

Message:

Right, while the boss is away lets take over the colonies! We can give him the presidency of all sirus as a 'welcome back' gift!

Hang on, oopsy, sent this to all the IND, damn he's gonna kill me when he reads this...

Right, time to change ships and go into hiding, don't be surprised if you see me flying something alittle more agile with more stopping power,

Anyhow, cya around everybody!

MEANDMYBIGMOUTHAGE ENDS:

[Nightfall]

Message TO: Hoodlum
Comm ID: Manuel

Boss, enjoy! Time for R&R! I will!
Coruscantes disci per convexa caeli volantes.

COFFEETIMEAGE ENDS:

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If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov
The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor

[Fellow Hoodlum]

MESSAGE TO: Romer

COMM ID: Hoodlum

Romer old boy, little quick of the mark there, so to speak ... Dignity, of course, is relative
to the nouveau riche. The flaunting of ya wealth 'a la mode Essex' is frowned on, and can
result in comparisons with those wearing white stilletos, carrying white handbags, and
driving white Ford convertable sports saloons ... No taste darlin'.
The mention of 'Massage Therapist', in public can also be dangerous to ya health. Other
VPs may be inclined to neuter your activities, resulting in mutilation, injury or even serious
insult to your person.
Braccae tuae aperiutur ...

LOOKOUTSHESBEHINDYOUAGE ENDS:

MESSAGE TO: Markus

COMM ID: You know who ...

No idea what ever gave you the impression I don't own it already ... Ship shape irrelavant.
Not the size ... What you do with it, that matters ... Nuff said.
In flagrante delicto

I'MNOTGONEYETAGE ENDS:

MESSAGE TO: Manuel

COMM ID: Hood

R&R, my ass ... Whatever, and I just have to add ...
Vah! Denuone Latine loquebar ? Me ineptum. Interdum modo elabitur.
Stick that in ya Disco Volante, and smoke it ...

GAGGIALESS ENDS:

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

[romer]

Message to: Hoodlum

Comm ID: Romer

Don't take my man card yet! The massage therapist was Cay's idea, and I shouldn't have to remind you about the matching shoes and handbags. Her latest demand is a stargazing deck with a swimming pool...

Spenditfasterthanyoucanearnitage ends...

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[Nightfall]

Message TO: Hoodlum
Comm ID: M. E.

Navigare necesse est, vivere non est necesse.

Time to enjoy the riches and go under the radar. An odd convoy might be in order. The play of a role and such...

tempusfugitage ends:

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If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov
The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor

[Ecco Taurin]

Message to: Hoodlum

Comm ID: Alan Parson

Hey Sir,
as you may remember, we had that talk last day, where you mentioned,
it would be nice to become member of [IND].
If your offer is still standing, I would like to do so.
You transmitted the papers into my ship-controls, so I could sit down and
answer those silly questions.
What do you need to know for, I prefer coffee or hot chocolate???

Anyway, papers lay on your table, now (though I guess they won't be done before
you removed Mount Everest from your desk).

If you still agree with me, the trader will be *[IND]Eye_In_The_Sky*
And if I decide to buy me a raven, it will be *[IND]Alan_Parson*

If you agree.. - I won't buy those ships, before you give green light.

ONTHEFLOORFORAJOBBEGGAGE ENDS

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[romer]

Message to: Alan Parson

Comm ID: Romer

I just happened to be adding to Mt. Everest when your message came through. I thought it might be prudent to inform you that the boss is quite busy with other matters at this point in time. However, I'm sure he'll respond to your message as soon as he can.

Coveringforthebossage ends

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[Ecco Taurin]

Message to: Romer

Comm ID: Alan Parson

Kind to tell me, my friend. I am not in a hurry, so I will be able to wait.
Thanky you and cya

LOOKINGWHATHAPPENSAGE ENDS

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