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Adventures of the Munch
Lanthil & Beyond
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by Ann Broomhead
Gannar and Robbie return via the pantope to the Now, and inform the rest
of the crew that Three-Ways seemed to be a reasonable choice of company
for us to select. They neglect to mention that they probably started a
rumor about chocolate fruit that would now be a week old.
We do a little thinking. The chocolate trees and the Kraslks are
actually on New Hierow, but the fruit is allegedly being grown in
Ipsylvania, Hellene. We'll move the fruit through a pantope connection,
which means we'll have to put down those rugs, and use a hover truck
just to be on the safe side. (Tom really didn't like the floor getting
scratched.)
We'll make the first trans-shipment to Adonis with the Munch. Later
trips will be via a shipper that Cantrel will recommend to us. So, the
fruits will have to come out of a legitimate warehouse on Hellene.
Therefore, they will have to go into it first. No one will get to see
that alleged high-class hydroponics farm in Ipsylvania.
We'll have to have the irradiator to sterilize the fruit on New Hierow;
if we did it anywhere else there could be a mistake, and then the fruit
is out and growing. We agree that we will have to (a) arrange for a
warehouse, (b) arrange for a trans-shipper, as Cantrel recommends, (c)
buy (Rent? No, buy.) a self-powered irradiator, and (d) contract with
Three-Ways.
We'll have to visit Cantrel. (We go from Adonis through the Munch and
the pantope to a bookmark on Hellene.) Not all of us go; some stay
behind to "supervise" the building of the cordon around the Munch on
Adonis (remember the industrious and under-occupied Rangers and Customs
officials?), and sip mixed drinks.
Kate takes us to the ranch, and then forward one day. Somewhere in here
we are reminded that we (for some value of "we") own at least one
warehouse in Pericles, mostly because it connects to a warehouse in
another Pericles.
Dafnord contacts Cantrel, and, after a pause, is directed to the hanger
that had held the Munch. There is Cantrel, supervising the repairs to
the damage we inflicted. We think he's doing it very pointedly. Dafnord
asks if we can use the warehouse. We may. He directs us to John D'Oghe.
Dafnord then asks for Cantrel to recommend a discrete shipper. What
weight/size of cargo? We figure out that we only need a light freighter.
He suggests that we take that up with Dispatch.
We mosey over to John D'Oghe. With a bit of back and forth, we acquire
the use of Warehouse B, since we do not need the special property of
Warehouse A, since we do not anticipate needing a space larger than that
filled by 12 tractor trailers, and since we only need stasis, not
refrigeration. He directs us to Mary in Dispatch to fix us up with a
shipper.
Mary and Dafnord get right down to business. He describes the size of
our potential cargo, and Mary agrees that he only needs a light
freighter. Delicately, she inquires if we need a seasoned crew, meaning
one that can fight like a pack of angry wolverines, and Dafnord replies
that we don't. She then asks about the legality of our cargo. Dafnord
assures her that, although it is addictive, it is perfectly legal.
Everything will be aboveboard.
Slightly stunned, she asks about our shipping schedule. Dafnord says
that we'd like to ship our first cargo in seven days, and monthly
thereafter. This sounds reasonable to her. She asks if we would like the
shipping done "in house." This sounds cheaper. Dafnord says yes. It
really is in house, too! Lastly, he assures her that we will not require
any special hangering.
Robbie decides that we need something better than a washed hand for
presenting people with a chocolate fruit. He fancies a gold box, nice
padding, and a bright ribbon. Well, three actually, for Cantrel, John,
and Mary, who have all been helpful. Oh, and more to give away on
Adonis. We go to a box maker, intending to order a few dozen boxes, to
be labeled "Grower's Choice." Our box maker knows his business. In no
time, we've agree to put the owner's name, uh, "Elf Grove Farms" on the
box as well, with "Product of Ipsylvania" on the ribbon. The box will be
plasticized on the inside, filled with mylar "grass", and with a
doily-like paper overwrap, embossed with "Elf Grove Farms". It all
sounds very nice and agreeable. Since the primary cost of all this are
the set-up charges, we order 1,000, to be delivered to Warehouse B in
two weeks, when it will be empty again.
The irradiator is easily ordered; it will be delivered to our warehouse
in three weeks. We take notes.
With a little pantope maneuvering, we get the boxes, and move the
irradiator to New Hierow. The Kraslks help us unload the irradiator,
twenty years earlier. We irradiate one fruit, and test its fertility.
We're golden; even Daphne can't coax more than a thin little stem out of
it. Since the trees take a few years to reach maturity, we leave Daphne
with the Pemnals, the Kraslks, and all those chocolate trees, (She
doesn't object.) and pop forward a year.
The crop is a little thin, but we expected that. We take a few pictures
of the "happy natives" with baskets of the crop. Then we move the fruit
from the baskets, through the irradiator, into boxes, through the
pantope, and into Warehouse B. It's only enough to fill one tractor
trailer. We select out the best fruit, and make up boxes for Cantrel and
his people, the two men from Three-Ways, more for Customs and the
Rangers, and one for the box maker. It amuses us that he will get his
late, after he has delivered the boxes.
We return to the Now on the Munch. Yes, our folk have indeed continued
to mock the people setting up the cordon around our ship. Robbie calls
John Hin-Twa, and he drives over. Robbie gets into the car with him,
hands him the boxed fruit, and they go off. Hin-Twa asks about methods
of preparing our fruit. Robbie explains that we have always just sliced
and eaten it, but suggests that the fine chefs of Adonis will doubtless
have their own ideas. Hin-Twa takes his point.
He samples. He asks how many will be in our first shipment. (One
thousand bushels per trailer, times forty fruit per bushel?) He proposes
that Three-Ways gets 2% of 4 Sybilbucks per fruit, and that we keep the
volume down. The conversion to Hellene marks tells us that we can buy
one field hospital per trailer-load. (!) Hin-Twa is pleased that our
first shipment will be arriving in a week and a half. He keeps talking,
recommending that we first sell only to the top restaurants, then to the
top hotel chains, and then finally we'll sell to the retail market. We
confer on the net, and agree.
Next Robbie asks what is to be done about the Rangers. Hin-Twa assures
us that when the Munch leaves, they will leave. This strikes us as
plausible. Three-Ways will take care of Customs for us, but first
they'll need about one hundred fruit. At least that's not the problem it
would have been an hour ago. We load gold boxes into the trunk of the
limo. The Customs people come over, as does Hin-Twa. They negotiate, and
then Chin-Wa drives up as well. He informs Customs that we have been
upgraded to permit us to import up to one gross (144) fruit for
non-commercial purposes. Customs takes six "for scientific purposes",
and we give them one. The limo drives off, unmolested.
We decide that we need to have an office; it would be a secure place to
have a pantope door. We call Chin-Wa to express this sudden desire. He
directs us to call his office. The receptionist at Three-Ways is
flusterable, but she connects us to Edgeway (the third party to make up
Three-Ways?). He takes our requirements (a ten-by-twelve foot room,
bathroom, opaque door), and promises to take care of everything. Soon,
he reports that he's sending over three documents. We wait, slurping
drinks, and less than an hour later a messenger on a skycycle brings us
the papers. There's the preliminary incorporation of a pre-existing
foreign corporation, the rental agreement (but no pictures of office
1C), and the contract with Three-Ways. We sign the first and last
documents.
We really feel the need to see the office before signing off on that, so
Robbie puts on his (poof!) ectoplastic helmet, and he and the messanger
fly off to check out the office. It's on the edge of the warehouse
district. The front door is locked, so Robbie lofts to peek through
windows on the first floor (which is above the ground floor), and finds
one which is empty, and looks like someplace Mike Hammer would fit.
Robbie tries his phone card, then buys a new card, and calls Edgeway.
Edgeway unlocks the front door remotely, and Robbie pops up to 1C, turns
on the old computer there as instructed, and Edgeway accesses it to give
Robbie authorization for the office. Its scanner doesn't work on Robbie.
Its retinal scanner doesn't work on Robbie. But the new phone card works
on Robbie. Edgeway promises us a new computer tomorrow. Robbie checks
out the rest of the office; to wit, a closet and a back room. The
bathroom must be (?) down the hall.
Robbie signs the rental agreement, and tips the kid on the skycycle Sb 6
for his efforts to date, and to lead Robbie back to the spaceport.
Robbie tucks away our copies of the agreements, and returns to the
office. Kate navigates the pantope after him, frames up the door into
the back office, and bookmarks the location. Once back at the spaceport,
we gather some more boxes of chocolate fruit, and pass them out to the
Rangers. Then we button up the Munch, get our clearances, and launch.
Updated: 28-Jun-01
©2001 Ann Broomhead. All Rights Reserved.
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