09-22-2016, 07:43 PM
The message was forwarded from Commandant Tuff in Algeria, along with a series of other requests, accusations, reports, short-falls, expenditure reports, recruit training progress and more.
The Legion had narrowly avoided having its assets seized in Morocco. Thanks to the Legion's clerks, most of their accounts had been transferred to Algerian banks. Accusations from their old investors, although none had really lost any money, per-say. They had simply lost the opportunity to earn more of it through lucrative Legion Premiere contracts. Few had heeded Jacques advice to simply invest in those companies to whom their existing contracts had been passed on to.
The cost of purchasing and shipping the tons of humanitarian supplies that had been flooding into Sierra Leone over the past two weeks. And the cost of storing many of those supplies for the many long days it had taken to store much of those while waiting to be able to ship them into the country.
Efforts to secure sources of vaccines and medicines to combat the diseases that had begun to run rampant in the country had thus far been difficult at best. Many pharmaceutical companies had stopped producing Ebola vaccines simply due to a lack of profit. Malaria, cholera, without medications and facilities these were beginning to further destabilize the north-western regions of Sierra Leone, recently freed of Guinean warlord control.
And then there were the pirates. Two transport ships had been lost to them already, both in the region of São Tomé and Príncipe, a failed-state island nation off the coast of Gabon, which had become little better then a modern day Port Royale.
Naturally, the pirate lords of São Tomé and Príncipe had long since paid off President Teodoro 'Teodorin' Nguema of Equitorial Guinea, and as such benefit from what protection and legitimacy that nation's navy could provide.
There were few 'civilian navies' in the world. Navies were expensive things, and mercenary companies rarely could employ more than a handful of coastal vessels at best. Civilian companies made their money through transport ships, not fighting ships. Except one.
A brief referral with Commandant Tuff and the two were in agreement. A request was sent for a face-to-face in the near future. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of Mademoiselle Shale's offer, but it was simply too important to pass on. He would never forget the outcome of his last visit to the CCD, but they still received letters from some of those his men had died saving.
A call was sent out to Lieutenant Jared Vanders, Lieutenant Jay Carpenter, and to Mademoiselle Natalie Grey.
The Legion had narrowly avoided having its assets seized in Morocco. Thanks to the Legion's clerks, most of their accounts had been transferred to Algerian banks. Accusations from their old investors, although none had really lost any money, per-say. They had simply lost the opportunity to earn more of it through lucrative Legion Premiere contracts. Few had heeded Jacques advice to simply invest in those companies to whom their existing contracts had been passed on to.
The cost of purchasing and shipping the tons of humanitarian supplies that had been flooding into Sierra Leone over the past two weeks. And the cost of storing many of those supplies for the many long days it had taken to store much of those while waiting to be able to ship them into the country.
Efforts to secure sources of vaccines and medicines to combat the diseases that had begun to run rampant in the country had thus far been difficult at best. Many pharmaceutical companies had stopped producing Ebola vaccines simply due to a lack of profit. Malaria, cholera, without medications and facilities these were beginning to further destabilize the north-western regions of Sierra Leone, recently freed of Guinean warlord control.
And then there were the pirates. Two transport ships had been lost to them already, both in the region of São Tomé and Príncipe, a failed-state island nation off the coast of Gabon, which had become little better then a modern day Port Royale.
Naturally, the pirate lords of São Tomé and Príncipe had long since paid off President Teodoro 'Teodorin' Nguema of Equitorial Guinea, and as such benefit from what protection and legitimacy that nation's navy could provide.
There were few 'civilian navies' in the world. Navies were expensive things, and mercenary companies rarely could employ more than a handful of coastal vessels at best. Civilian companies made their money through transport ships, not fighting ships. Except one.
A brief referral with Commandant Tuff and the two were in agreement. A request was sent for a face-to-face in the near future. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of Mademoiselle Shale's offer, but it was simply too important to pass on. He would never forget the outcome of his last visit to the CCD, but they still received letters from some of those his men had died saving.
A call was sent out to Lieutenant Jared Vanders, Lieutenant Jay Carpenter, and to Mademoiselle Natalie Grey.