Wilphe
Adventurer
"This is free trader Vyrkris requesting co-ordinates for a fuelling splashdown."
You wait patiently for the transmission to reach planet and any reply to get back.
After a minute you try again,
"This is free trader Vyrkris requesting co-ordinates for a fuelling splashdown."
Another minute goes by
Ruzz'koff sniffs in apparent digust, "Alert here aren't they? Let's keep our distance till we know what's up."
After ten minutes more you finally get a response, "Hello Vykris, this is Bleue Mer control, please state you business insystem". The overal impression is of someone rather flustered who is trying to sound formally aloof. You fully expect their next action to be an accustion of trespass.
Once it is established that you are in fact their overdue supply run the voice becomes far more cooperative, "Um so you want a fueling coordinate?", the controller talks to someone else, "Do we do that?" "No"
The radio goes dead for a few minutes and then the controller, who you have by now surmised does NOT do this as his day job, come back on, "Vykris, please be advised that we request all fuelling be done at the Gas Giant."
Saanath, "Roger that Bleue Mer control we are on a tight schedule and would prefer to fuel from your hydrosphere so that we work on cracking it while on planet and make a quick exit."
Control, "Vyrkis, this is standard practice for all vessals coming to this planet"
Sanaath, "Control, we were not informed of this and we are not keen in the arse end of nowhere out on that rock with no cover with no fuel in the tank and no way to make tracks if trouble comes knocking. We have already plotted approach vectors and to head out to the gas giant will take over a week. We have a cargo of your animals on board that will suffer if unable to land and we were led to believe that our other cargo for you was urgent."
There is another pause, and then another different voice comes on line, "Vykris this is Director Thann, you may refuel at your leisure but is at your own risk and Pharmacorp accepts no responsibility for any damage to your vessal that may result. We would further remind you that this is a Pharmacorp reserve and that this entire biosphere is classified as Commercially Sensitive. Any unauthorised informatiion gathering or theft of samples will be treated as Espionage and Piracy and pursued through the limits of the law."
"I am transmitting a disclaimer and a non-disclosure agreement, your Captain will sign and return both before you land. Over."
You wait patiently for the transmission to reach planet and any reply to get back.
After a minute you try again,
"This is free trader Vyrkris requesting co-ordinates for a fuelling splashdown."
Another minute goes by
Ruzz'koff sniffs in apparent digust, "Alert here aren't they? Let's keep our distance till we know what's up."
After ten minutes more you finally get a response, "Hello Vykris, this is Bleue Mer control, please state you business insystem". The overal impression is of someone rather flustered who is trying to sound formally aloof. You fully expect their next action to be an accustion of trespass.
Once it is established that you are in fact their overdue supply run the voice becomes far more cooperative, "Um so you want a fueling coordinate?", the controller talks to someone else, "Do we do that?" "No"
The radio goes dead for a few minutes and then the controller, who you have by now surmised does NOT do this as his day job, come back on, "Vykris, please be advised that we request all fuelling be done at the Gas Giant."
Saanath, "Roger that Bleue Mer control we are on a tight schedule and would prefer to fuel from your hydrosphere so that we work on cracking it while on planet and make a quick exit."
Control, "Vyrkis, this is standard practice for all vessals coming to this planet"
Sanaath, "Control, we were not informed of this and we are not keen in the arse end of nowhere out on that rock with no cover with no fuel in the tank and no way to make tracks if trouble comes knocking. We have already plotted approach vectors and to head out to the gas giant will take over a week. We have a cargo of your animals on board that will suffer if unable to land and we were led to believe that our other cargo for you was urgent."
There is another pause, and then another different voice comes on line, "Vykris this is Director Thann, you may refuel at your leisure but is at your own risk and Pharmacorp accepts no responsibility for any damage to your vessal that may result. We would further remind you that this is a Pharmacorp reserve and that this entire biosphere is classified as Commercially Sensitive. Any unauthorised informatiion gathering or theft of samples will be treated as Espionage and Piracy and pursued through the limits of the law."
"I am transmitting a disclaimer and a non-disclosure agreement, your Captain will sign and return both before you land. Over."