Re: 2: Dancing on Drinax
In reply to Zhouth (msg # 513):
Varca leans over towards Zhouth, and in a stage whisper across the table, says,
"Uh, Zhouth, I don't think we've told BB about 'Plan: Ghosts of Sindal', yet..."
Varca then sits back and shrugs,
"And, yeah, as you say, Zhouth, maybe we can give recruiting these Raiders over to our cause a try. They'll probably answer our offer with a laser blast, but...y'never know." Varca raises his gloved right hand and mimes pointing a pistol at Zhouth and pulling the trigger,
"We can always fry'em nice and crispy, if they don't mind their manners. But, yeah, there's always a chance we could get a couple of recruits out of the survivors."
"Look, here's a counter suggestion..." Varca leans forward and puts both his gloved hands on the table top,
"We got everything fixed to make Jump-Twos except the Jump Drive! We can still only accomplish Jump-Ones. With the addition of the Fuel Pod in the cargo bay, we can now assign all the fuel in the Main Tanks to making two consecutive Jump-Ones, and still have the fuel to run the ship for five weeks before we're bone dry."
"So, let's consider this--we make the two Jump-Ones from Drinax to Torpol. We'll drop by Torpol to see if there is anything we can find out about, or even do about, these Raiders. And, while we're there we can look into what kinds of repairs they can do for us, at the Starport. If they can fix the Jump Drive, we'll be sitting kinda pretty--because, with just Jump-Ones, it would be a four week round trip, back to Drinax and King Oleb, anyway. And that's not counting whatever time we spend running down the Raiders."
"Now, if we get the Jump Drive repaired at Torpol, we get Jump-Two back. This means it won't take two weeks getting back to Drinax, but only one. We gain a week. We'll probably need it, either searching for the Raiders, or getting a few other small repairs done."
"If we do this, then after we report back to Drinax and Oleb, we'll then be free to go to Tech-World, and we'll be able to do it with Jump-Two--still, we will have the Jump Drive given a thorough overhaul at Tech-World."
"Now, about this cargo of missiles..." Varca raises a gloved hand and points towards BB, "You have a great idea about going to Pourne, BB--they have a good shipyard, because they are a stop on the Florian Route. Plus, they are also excellent weapon makers--they are so good at weapon making because they are paranoid head-cases!"
"Pourne maintains a Highport out at an extreme orbit around their planet, where they service ships travelling the Florian Route, but that's as close as they let anyone get to their planet. The Pournelles have filled the lower orbits with so many space mines, you could almost walk down to the planet's surface. And while I have no doubt that we could interest them in buying our Advanced Missiles, I will bet you clean spring water that the Pournelles will recognize them as being old, salvaged, and refurbished, and they won't pay us what we want for them. But that's okay, I don't, really, want to sell these missiles to the Pournelles, right now, anyway--I want to give the missiles to them, later on."
"So, anyway, I'm thinking that we might, actually be able to get a decent price for these missiles on either Torpol or Clarke--both their tech capabilities are high enough to be impressed by these capabilities, but low enough they may not notice they are salvaged and refurbished."
"I did some checking--pretty much I just contacted a friend up at the port, and while I was vague about exactly what I was looking into, if the numbers I got are correct, we can expect to get between fourteen- and fifteen-thousand per missile, likely around fourteen-five. The question is, how many can Torpol afford to buy..."
Varca runs down, his head tilted forward, and his red-filled eyes staring at the surface of the table. After almost an entire minute of silent brooding, Varca looks up and asks,
"What if...what if, instead of trying to get anything like a realistic price for these Tech-15 Advanced Missiles....what if we told anyone at Torpol or Clarke who wanted to buy some, that...*a-hem* 'Because the People of Drinax are concerned for their Friends on these worlds, King Oleb has made these Advanced Defensive Missiles available at a discount, that being at the price of a common Standard Missile'."
Varca looks around at everyone,
"That would still be around ten-grand a missile, maybe less, but it would go a long way to making it look like Oleg and Drinax really give a shit, and want to help. And, of course, since The King doesn't know about these missiles, to begin with, he doesn't have to know about how much we make on them."
"So, while we hop over the mountains and top up the fuel tanks from the ocean, I can contact somebody I know in the starport administration, up on the Floating Palace, and have a Registration cut, designating this ship as a civilian Courier/Transport. I'll put her down as the Vultan, and claim her as a salvaged and refurbished Harriet-class Old Drinaxi scout ship, armed only with a single barrel Laser Cannon. That should be vague enough to satisfy everyone, yeah?"