Key Lime Pie

"One of the sanest, surest, and most generous joys of life comes from being happy over the good fortune of others." - Robert A. Heinlein

Bleys lounged slouching deep into the leather chair as he read over the election results. His office was small but luxurious, space being the greatest luxury on board a station.

The results for the Council of Stellar Management votes held a small surprise or two, but nothing completely unexpected. Some people just did not understand marketing, branding, or politics after all. The votes proved that much, with Ripard 'Jester' Teg leading by a significant margin on the polls throughout the election.

"Mr. Dasky, see that the contents of Hanger 374 are transfered to Councillor Azariah", he said aloud while depressing a small button on the surface of the desk. "With my congratulations, of course."

"Very good, sir. I shall see it done personally", responded a voice coming from the air. No doubt Dewayne was eager for a break in processing numbers on spreadsheets.

Bleys kicked back in his chair, resting his boots on the top of the metal desk. Arms folded behind his head, he called up the contents of Hanger 374 on his monocle. One Bhaalgorn, Nightmare, Machariel, Rattlesnake, and Vindicator. The Rattlesnake had three shield extender rigs still fitted, but Bleys doubted Mike would mind. A bet was a bet.

Which reminded Bleys of another transaction with Councillor Azariah shortly before the election. He wondered if at the time Mike had thought of the full ramifications of receiving a shipment of 400 million ISK worth of military grade mindflood. Probably not. Being a 0.8 security status system, the delivery was likely in the same station and hanger.

Bleys wondered if he should also send a pie to Mike Azariah as a little reminder. Some people just do not understand politics.