NationStates Jolt Archive

The Corporate Utopia of Liebermonk is about to prepare in a historical moment for his nation. The first major trade agreement between Liebermonk and other nations has completed. All that is left is to cross the t's and dot the i's.

Liebermonk has recently had a spill of a powerful aphrodisiac into the food supply of cattle. As such, we have over 50,000 extra heads of cattle. To take care of this problem, trade agreements were made.

We are making it official that Sentient Peoples will purchase 27,500 heads of cattle for 549 tons of iron ore.
Treznor shall purchase 22,500 heads of cattle for 451 tons of assorted refined ores.

The involved parties need only to make this official by signing the papers.
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On a side note, Liebermonk has began the production of its AirForce and SpaceForce now that the resources needed for such have arrived.

Greetings from the Federation.

I ahve been instructed by my president to procure a supply of this aphrodisiac. Under the table, of course. The president has stated the chemical will be used for...Errrr.... "Personal Use."

Ulandis Al-Kebeeri
Personal Recreation advisor to the office
Of the President of the Federation of
The South Islands

Greetings from the Federation.

I ahve been instructed by my president to procure a supply of this aphrodisiac. Under the table, of course. The president has stated the chemical will be used for...Errrr.... "Personal Use."

Ulandis Al-Kebeeri
Personal Recreation advisor to the office
Of the President of the Federation of
The South Islands

I am terribly sorry, but 97% of the test sample was involved in this spill. It has still not been proven safe for humans, and Liebermonk will not sell anything dangerous. We shall, however, post when this chemical is perfected.

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Arthur Williams, Minister, Transportation and Commerce Directorate
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Perhaps We could assist you in making this chemical sutible for human use. Imagine the wealth we could gain. It's like viagra that works for all organisms. The president is in dire need to release some...Stress...in his life.;)


Ulandis Al-Kebeeri
Personal Recreation advisor to the office
Of the President of the Federation of
The South Islands

S.P.M.S. Iron Nickel Glory, Near Harvester Platform A17, Second Asteroid Belt, Rampage System

“Jack, we’ve got a new order coming in. We need 600 tons of premium grade iron ore yesterday, on a Government Commission. Some new trade deal.”

“Got it, Control. I think I know just the cluster to track down and haul in. Can I get the Damage Control and the Autumn Harvest to meet me at the following coords?” Jack toggled the switch to transmit the coordinates.

After a moment, the reply came back. “They’ll meet you there.”

A Week Later

“S.P.M.S. Bonaventure, you are clear for departure from Harvester Platform A17. Godspeed.”

“Copy Platform Control. Detaching ambilicals now. Preparing to engage drive field.”

“You have clearance, Bonaventure. Go for drive activation.”

“Copy, Control.” Captain Thomas Oxford nodded to his helmsman, who depressed the holographic toggle, and the ship began to move as the drive shuddered to life. The ore freighter accelerated steadily, if slowly, towards the warp point leading towards home, carrying millions of tons of precious cargos, including 600 tons of the finest iron ore, for later reshipment, on a Government contract.

Ten days later

S.P.M.S. Global Caravan, Trade Port, Liebermonk

“Captain?”

“Yes, Jason?” Captain Marie Webb looked up from calculating the best route to the next stop in their trade route on the nautical charts strewn over the table. Old fashioned, some called her, but no one could deny she knew what she was about.

“The Officer of the Watch would like to request your advice on how to deal with the cattle, Ma’am.”

“They’re here already?”

“Yes, ma’am, they are.”

“Damn. I’ll be right there.” Always early. Why did live cargo always arrive early?

She strode down the short corridor to the bridge, where the OotW was staring helplessly at the cattle wandering across the deck. Nearly ten thousand of the beasties. Well, that could not be true. That many would not fit on the deck at one time. This could not have been more than two thousand of them, maybe twenty-five hundred.

Captain Webb sighed. “Ensign Jackalino, why was I not informed the moment you saw the cattle arriving?”

“I… I thought I could handle it, ma’am,” the officer of the watch muttered softly, extremely nervous.

“Apparently not. Well, get everyone on deck. We’ve got to get them in the hold.”

Four days later

Freight Transhipment Area, Griffin International Transportation Hub, Griffin, Commonwealth of Sentient Peoples, FSP

The heavy cargo shuttles squatted on the landing pads like enormous roaches, their carapaces waiting to be filled with their cargo. A living cargo.

From the ships in the docks, a massive stream of cattle flowed forth, towards the waiting shuttles, passing through sorters, each head of cattle being divided up properly, each shuttle knowing its destination once full.

Some Hours Later

Approaching Orbital Farm 27, Solar Orbit 3, One and One Half Radians ahead of Earth

“This is Pilot Jason Ludlum to OF27, requesting docking clearance for heavy cargo shuttle.”

“Pilot Ludlum, this is OF27 Control, what is your cargo?”

Jason frowned at the console. He just wanted the damn things off his ship. “One hundred and ten head of Bos indica for delivery.”

“Finally. You’re cleared for approach to Bay Three, Pilot Ludlum.”

Two Weeks Later

S.P.M.S. Spider’s Web, Bloom Orbit, Mercury System

“This is Captain Robert Conklin, of the S.P.M.S. Spider’s Web, to Bloom Colonial Control, over.”

“This is BCC, Spider’s Web, go ahead.”

“I’ve got two hundred head of Bos indica and eight hundred twenty-seven head of Bos Taurus up here that want a home that isn’t on my ship.”

Laughter came over the comm and Conklin frowned, and opened his mouth to speak, but paused as the response came in. “Understood, Captain. You may begin landing procedures at your discretion. Just try not to bother our cows overly much.”

“I’ll do my best. Conklin, out.”

“BCC, out.”

Seeing as how much your nation would like this chemical, we decided to speed up our R&D on this product. We shall continue making this on our own, but we are willing to give you a discount as our first customer.

Thank you very much. Our president and his 'partners' will be very pleased. Please inform us when the first safe batch is made availible.


Ulandis Al-Kebeeri
Personal Recreation advisor to the office
Of the President of the Federation of
The South Islands