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Issue 69: Theft of a Lottery Prize?
11-05-2009 16:34
By Bob Olson, Special Correspondent
I’m sitting in my Barracuda, running my subspace communications scanner for all it’s worth as I try to beat Ravenwood to the next big story on Procyon, when my decryptor pings and a private channel resolves from static into something intelligible.
“Admin Sion?” I hear, coming from CodianEnterprises-21, one of Procyon’s three latest lottery winners. “I wish to report a theft.” Silly merchanter, I thought. On Procyon, that’s like reporting that a glass of Freeport water tasted bad.
“Heh,” Sion responded.
“I’ve checked in with RTFM and (SCRP)Alexander,” Codian continued, “and they both have received their lottery prizes. I haven’t.” Pregnant pause. “Did you issue mine yet to me?”
Sion pauses a moment, and then replies “Of course. I issued it at the same time.”
This is news, I thought. Had Brigantines CAPT figured out a new scam? Long range scanners showed Codian was a lowly Level 3, riding in a Rhino in Texas. Maybe Ravenous or Broll, or some other of Reverend’s Rogue had come up with a successful scheme to defraud this newcomer?
Sion says “Let me check something…” Would an Admin take on the role of Server Police when the Procyon Lottery was being threatened? How had someone intercepted Codian’s lottery payout? Or was Sion secretly financing the new paint scheme for his ultra-Starflier on the proceeds of Codian’s winnings?
“You do seem to be rather low level,” Sion eventually responds. “I’ll look into it further.”
Fox in the henhouse, hmm. Of course, with a keystroke I too could be history. Approach with caution. I opened a private comm line to Codian.
“So, congratulations on winning the Procyon Lottery,” I started, feeding the flames in hopes of a good sound byte.
“I’m not sure I have,” Codian’s young voice replies. “I’m broke, nearly, from putting these Starbeam turrets on my Rhino, and I can’t get a cargo what with the Rogues all over the place, and now my big vacation’s on hold ‘cause my prize never arrived.” Very unhappy. “There’s this girl back on Houston, you see, but I’m broke and… and… Oh, what am I going to do?”
“Just hang in there, buddy. If she really cares, she’ll be waiting for you.” And maybe not, I’m thinking. As a private investigator, I'm not too optimistic about human nature. I've seen too much.
Sion pops back on the other private channel. “Must have mis-spelled your name, Codian. Try it now…”
The relief is obvious in Codian’s voice. “That’s it. Thank you.”
CodianEnterprises is now showing Level 45. Six million plus credits can do that for a fellow, but now he’d better fly REAL careful now… especially in that Rhino around Texas.
Oh well. False alarm. Sion comes through, again.
Ravenwood’s still going to scoop me, somehow, someplace. I swear he’s got ears EVERYWHERE. He certainly seems to have bar tabs running in every bar I’ve gone into, as every bartender’s tried to collect on Ravenwood’s tab from me.
Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.
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| Ravenous on 11-05-2009 18:16:01 | | |
Noob...6 million credits...rhino...Texas...
[i]*hy perventilates*[/i]
Edit:
D amn you, stupid box! How the hell am I suppose to know what 2 plus 3 equals??? I'm a rogue, not a genius. A genius is someone like Norman Einstein. | | | | |
| Broll on 11-05-2009 21:26:11 | | |
Hah! It took me about 5 times to put this in because of that!
I thought 2+3 = 23...
Guess not.
And, yeah. I'm hungry. *mmm* | | | | |
| AnthraxZombie on 11-06-2009 17:42:15 | | |
....HmMmMz, sLiM PiCkiNz HeRe......
....MiGhT Az WeLL GeT A SaLaD...... | | | | |
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