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<blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1385218" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The lead cutter seems to be moving fairly clumsily, but eventually manages to get roughly pointed in <span style="color: silver">the</span> direction of the <em>Bray Keaven</em>. The cutter continues closing the distance to the Bray while the slow boat also begins closing again. All the while, Swann keeps the cutter firmly targeted.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ian takes advantage of the break in the action to key the comm to the bridge. "Captain? Those poor suckers in the tubs probably are caught between a rock and a hard place. Rather than risking another attack, maybe we can drop a few courses of antivirals out of an airlock with a beacon for them to pick up? Just enough for the idiot leader, a few of his cronies, and the crew. I’d rather not have those suckers executed just for being tromped."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Before Argent can reply, the external comm crackles to life again. "<em>Bray Keaven</em>? Please come in. Look, we need a small number of samples for research. I have been authorized to offer 1 million lingonsallers for each course of effective antivirals that you provide to us. I have enough cash onboard for 20 courses. What do you say?"</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">As Swann listens, his targeting crosshairs momentarily change to credit signs. "I wonder how much a lingonsaller is worth offplanet?" he thinks as he continues to track LCutter Alpha. "I hope the Captain had Vasilii strapped in, else he’s probably halfway to the cargo hold by now."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Then another thought occurs to Swann. "This could all be a ruse."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">He keys the internal comm. "Captain, my target is closing. At what range am I authorized to fire again?"</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Saro hits the button on the intercomm and tries to speak. It is obvious he doesn’t want to step on anyone’s toes, but he needs to speak his mind. "Mr. McConnell. Captain. While I commend you for your compassion and I do feel for these unfortunates, the drugs do not belong to us. If the info we have on Lingsdonland is correct, those drugs are going to benefit the people in Bromley much more. As it is, there probably are many more people affected by AHV than the number of courses of antivirals that we have.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"If what they need is info on the drugs, I am more than happy to transfer to them all the monographs I have which include molecular structure, interactions, production, safety, and all the data on the clinical trials. They don’t have to pay for it, either. If they have the plants and the know-how, they could even produce them in small quantities from the monographs. That is what I think, anyway."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vasilii hears the communication and glances over to the Captain. Wondering how Argent will react, he decides to check the computer for a list of the most recent currency exchange rates for Alief.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">He quickly starts combing the computer for information about exchange rates. "Damn pity that this planet doesn’t have a proper info net! Let’s see here," he thinks to himself as he starts his hunt.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">He turns to Argent as he finds some information. "Captain? I have no information on the exchange rate for lingonsallers to Imperial credits, probably because Lingsdonland has been pretty hostile to Imperials. I do have exchange rates for Imperials to Bromlian pounds: the rate is around 10 pounds to a credit. My gut tells me that the exchange rate for Lingonsallers to Bromlian pounds can't be too good though given their isolationist stance, so exchanging them to Imperials isn’t going net us a million credits for a million Lingonsallers. The exchange rate from Bromlian pounds to Lingonsallers could be anything from 1 to 5 to as high as 1 to 20. Still, a small profit is still a small profit."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vasilii pauses for a moment to allow the Captain to contemplate this, then continues. "Captain, we are unsure of the total extent of the spread of this plague on this world. Perhaps travelers have spread the infection to this Lingsdonland like they did to those cities and the <em>Wall of Stone</em>.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"One or two doses will not be enough in themselves to turn the tide of the infection in Medway, but maybe Lingsdonland can use them to synthesize something to help any infected persons in their country.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"At worst, it will give Mr. Hellinic and Mr. McConnell some planetary currency to spend on their ‘vacation.’ If they are successful, that might be worth a lot more than a couple of doses of antivirals."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vasilii turns back to the sensor screen and watches the cutter approach. As insurance, he prepares to throw random scanner frequencies into space, trying to confuse the cutter’s targeting.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span><p style="text-align: center"></p><p></span><p style="text-align: center"></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: white">Argent taps the internal comms as he continues on course for the planet. "Target the port turret on the slow boat, Swann, and put one across their bow the minute either one of those bastards cross into range," he orders. "I want it clear to them that they get no closer.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: white">"And I have to agree with Saro; we don’t have the authority to distribute even a small portion</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"><span style="color: white">of the cargo," Argent continues. "Saro, go ahead and prepare the information for download, then stand by."</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Over the comm, Ian adds, "Well guys, 20 million Lingsdonland peso’s has to at least buy us a round of drinks. More to the point, these suckers up here with us and/or their families might get the chop for failure. I figure their Illustrious Leader will simply gobble up whatever we give him — since taking them beforehand makes you immune — whilst maybe sending the information off to a bunch of docs to help out the rest of the population. How about we slip them a bunch of placebos in the original packaging, keep the contents for proper delivery, collect the cash, save the crews, and laugh behind El Illustrios’ back all the way to the bank?"</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">To himself, Ian thinks, "I’ll bet Swann and Vasilii will bite at this one. Shame Argent always seems so straight-laced. Also, in the best of circumstances, if the plague actually makes it to Lingsdonland along with the cure, the guy might just snuff it thinking that he’s immune. Now that would be poetic justice."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span><p style="text-align: center"></p><p></span><p style="text-align: center"></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"><span style="color: white">Switching to externals, the Captain injects a little Naval authority into his voice as he calls up Vasilii’s information on "ligonsallers" on his terminal. "First things first, captain. Keep yourself and your cutter outside of our weapons range; we will finish what we started if you don’t back the hell off. Now, on the other matter, the best I can do for you is to teach you to fish. Make an offer."</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Dr. Talbek unstraps himself and tries to make his way to the cabin where the data disks and laptop are. "Well, at least I am on the same level as the cabin." He struggles, holding on to the walls and the table. "Tailored my ass. I can barely breathe in this suit. Maybe it’s all those carbohydrates."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">When he finally makes it to the cabin he takes the laptop, hooks it up to the ship's network, fires up the Imperial Drug Registry, 987th Edition and retrieves the info on the antivirals. He then comms the bridge. "I’m ready, Captain."</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1385218, member: 515"] [font=Verdana][size=2]The lead cutter seems to be moving fairly clumsily, but eventually manages to get roughly pointed in [color=silver]the[/color] direction of the [i]Bray Keaven[/i]. The cutter continues closing the distance to the Bray while the slow boat also begins closing again. All the while, Swann keeps the cutter firmly targeted. [center]-----[/center] Ian takes advantage of the break in the action to key the comm to the bridge. "Captain? Those poor suckers in the tubs probably are caught between a rock and a hard place. Rather than risking another attack, maybe we can drop a few courses of antivirals out of an airlock with a beacon for them to pick up? Just enough for the idiot leader, a few of his cronies, and the crew. I’d rather not have those suckers executed just for being tromped." [center]-----[/center] Before Argent can reply, the external comm crackles to life again. "[i]Bray Keaven[/i]? Please come in. Look, we need a small number of samples for research. I have been authorized to offer 1 million lingonsallers for each course of effective antivirals that you provide to us. I have enough cash onboard for 20 courses. What do you say?" [center]-----[/center] [/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2]As Swann listens, his targeting crosshairs momentarily change to credit signs. "I wonder how much a lingonsaller is worth offplanet?" he thinks as he continues to track LCutter Alpha. "I hope the Captain had Vasilii strapped in, else he’s probably halfway to the cargo hold by now." Then another thought occurs to Swann. "This could all be a ruse." He keys the internal comm. "Captain, my target is closing. At what range am I authorized to fire again?" [center]-----[/center] Saro hits the button on the intercomm and tries to speak. It is obvious he doesn’t want to step on anyone’s toes, but he needs to speak his mind. "Mr. McConnell. Captain. While I commend you for your compassion and I do feel for these unfortunates, the drugs do not belong to us. If the info we have on Lingsdonland is correct, those drugs are going to benefit the people in Bromley much more. As it is, there probably are many more people affected by AHV than the number of courses of antivirals that we have. "If what they need is info on the drugs, I am more than happy to transfer to them all the monographs I have which include molecular structure, interactions, production, safety, and all the data on the clinical trials. They don’t have to pay for it, either. If they have the plants and the know-how, they could even produce them in small quantities from the monographs. That is what I think, anyway." [center]-----[/center] Vasilii hears the communication and glances over to the Captain. Wondering how Argent will react, he decides to check the computer for a list of the most recent currency exchange rates for Alief. He quickly starts combing the computer for information about exchange rates. "Damn pity that this planet doesn’t have a proper info net! Let’s see here," he thinks to himself as he starts his hunt. He turns to Argent as he finds some information. "Captain? I have no information on the exchange rate for lingonsallers to Imperial credits, probably because Lingsdonland has been pretty hostile to Imperials. I do have exchange rates for Imperials to Bromlian pounds: the rate is around 10 pounds to a credit. My gut tells me that the exchange rate for Lingonsallers to Bromlian pounds can't be too good though given their isolationist stance, so exchanging them to Imperials isn’t going net us a million credits for a million Lingonsallers. The exchange rate from Bromlian pounds to Lingonsallers could be anything from 1 to 5 to as high as 1 to 20. Still, a small profit is still a small profit." [/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2]Vasilii pauses for a moment to allow the Captain to contemplate this, then continues. "Captain, we are unsure of the total extent of the spread of this plague on this world. Perhaps travelers have spread the infection to this Lingsdonland like they did to those cities and the [i]Wall of Stone[/i]. "One or two doses will not be enough in themselves to turn the tide of the infection in Medway, but maybe Lingsdonland can use them to synthesize something to help any infected persons in their country. "At worst, it will give Mr. Hellinic and Mr. McConnell some planetary currency to spend on their ‘vacation.’ If they are successful, that might be worth a lot more than a couple of doses of antivirals." [/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2]Vasilii turns back to the sensor screen and watches the cutter approach. As insurance, he prepares to throw random scanner frequencies into space, trying to confuse the cutter’s targeting. [center]-----[/center][/size][center][/center][/font][center][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2][color=white]Argent taps the internal comms as he continues on course for the planet. "Target the port turret on the slow boat, Swann, and put one across their bow the minute either one of those bastards cross into range," he orders. "I want it clear to them that they get no closer.[/color] [/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2][color=white]"And I have to agree with Saro; we don’t have the authority to distribute even a small portion[/color][/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2][color=#000080][color=white]of the cargo," Argent continues. "Saro, go ahead and prepare the information for download, then stand by."[/color] [/color][/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2][center]-----[/center] Over the comm, Ian adds, "Well guys, 20 million Lingsdonland peso’s has to at least buy us a round of drinks. More to the point, these suckers up here with us and/or their families might get the chop for failure. I figure their Illustrious Leader will simply gobble up whatever we give him — since taking them beforehand makes you immune — whilst maybe sending the information off to a bunch of docs to help out the rest of the population. How about we slip them a bunch of placebos in the original packaging, keep the contents for proper delivery, collect the cash, save the crews, and laugh behind El Illustrios’ back all the way to the bank?" To himself, Ian thinks, "I’ll bet Swann and Vasilii will bite at this one. Shame Argent always seems so straight-laced. Also, in the best of circumstances, if the plague actually makes it to Lingsdonland along with the cure, the guy might just snuff it thinking that he’s immune. Now that would be poetic justice." [center]-----[/center][/size][center][/center][/font][center][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2][color=#000080][color=white]Switching to externals, the Captain injects a little Naval authority into his voice as he calls up Vasilii’s information on "ligonsallers" on his terminal. "First things first, captain. Keep yourself and your cutter outside of our weapons range; we will finish what we started if you don’t back the hell off. Now, on the other matter, the best I can do for you is to teach you to fish. Make an offer."[/color] [/color][/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2] [center]-----[/center] Dr. Talbek unstraps himself and tries to make his way to the cabin where the data disks and laptop are. "Well, at least I am on the same level as the cabin." He struggles, holding on to the walls and the table. "Tailored my ass. I can barely breathe in this suit. Maybe it’s all those carbohydrates." When he finally makes it to the cabin he takes the laptop, hooks it up to the ship's network, fires up the Imperial Drug Registry, 987th Edition and retrieves the info on the antivirals. He then comms the bridge. "I’m ready, Captain."[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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