Log Date: 4/23/95 (Unconfirmed)

Leandrika
A tanned woman stands before you proudly. Her chocolate-brown eyes glisten, 
  with an air of importance; her hair of the same colour falls down her back. 
  She wears a rather elaborate embroidered gown on her lithe figure, and 
  matching slippers, both in a beautiful indigo silk.
Carrying:
Hesperia Weather Control
sketchpad(#5757V)
Notepad(#3180V)

Maxwell(#2120Pce)
This man is neither particularly impressive of physique nor commanding of 
  presence, yet something in his demeanor speaks of ready, quiet authority. 
  Short brown hair, tinged with salt-and-pepper streaks of grey, frames a 
  slighty craggy face that might have been weathered by sun and wind, long ago. 
  His alert dark brown eyes seem to miss very little that passes before him.
He is clad in an impeccably tailored, if practically simple, jumpsuit of a dark 
  midnight blue; on the left breast pocket, in richly metallic threads, is 
  embroidered the dodecahedral sigil of the Heptite Guild.

Maxwell inclines his head gravely to you, and gestures you to the seat beside 
  the desk. "Please make yourself comfortable, Guildmistress."
Leandrika nods, "Guildmaster." She sits down, and you notice that she cringes 
  slightly as she does so.
Maxwell folds his lean frame into the upholstered chair on the other side of 
  the desk, and steeples his fingers before him, regarding you with a quiet, 
  level gaze. "I hope that you will forgive my bluntness, but my assistant 
  informed me that you were in a hurry. So. How may the Heptite Guild provide 
  its service?"
Leandrika hmmpfhs, and opens her notepad to a well-written on page. It is real 
  paper. She takes an old fountain pen out of a small case. "Well, as you know, 
  my planet has been without a communication link to the rest of the FSP since 
  our inception almost a century ago. Up until now, we have wished this to be 
  so. Now, however...
Leandrika says "Well, we'd like to keep up with our business associates."
Maxwell, if he is surprised by the usage of real paper, does not display this. 
  He simply nods in acknowledgement; the terminal behind him, if one looks 
  closely, can be seen to hold a display of information on Hesperia. He says 
  simply, "A laudable goal, madam."
Leandrika says "We would like to have an *extensive* black crystal 
  communication link set up. I do not know what a good one would be; to be 
  sure, few people on my planet would. We tend to stick to the old-fashioned 
  way of doing things whenever possible, but I am sure you can help me choose a 
  system that would be better than we could ever possibly have need for."
Leandrika says "I assure you, our planet can well afford such a system."
Maxwell, at the mention of a desire for _black_ crystal, does lift his 
  eyebrows. A moment is all he takes, however, to regain his composure. 
  Regarding his visitor searchingly, he answers, "I am assured, at the least, 
  of the seriousness of your endeavor, if you are asking for black. However: I 
  am honorbound to observe that the prices on our black supply have been high 
  for several months now, due to its scarcity."
Leandrika writes something down with her pen, and blows on the page, slightly.
Leandrika says "I assure you, our tourist trade has been booming lately, and 
  promises to skyrocketfor the Spring Festival next month. We will be willing 
  and able to meet the price of an *extensive* system."
Leandrika meets your eyes with a powerful gaze.
Leandrika scribbles something else down, without breaking her gaze.
Maxwell's posture blocks the data visible on his terminal, and he answers 
  simply, "Why don't we start, then, with the specifications of your desired 
  system?"
Leandrika watches your posture with a trained eye, and her brow furrows 
  slightly. "Well, we basically wish to be able to contact any part of the FSP 
  within the shortest amount of time possible, so that we can better accomadate 
  our tourists and our clients of other ilks-- our buyers, for example."
Leandrika says "We *also* want to make this installation as *quiet* as 
  possible-- after all, many of our citizens were against having this at all, 
  even though it will increase ourspheres of influence."
Leandrika watches you, for a response.
Leandrika hmms, "And, while I'm thinking about it, two of our promising young 
  artists at the Artisans' Guild were interested in asking for some tiny 
  crystals-- clarity doesn't matter, colour doesn't matter-- for their final 
  projects. Perhaps you could send them over with whatever person you have on 
  the installation. It'll give that person a good, public reason to be on 
  Hesperia."
Maxwell lifts a dark eyebrow, listening to all of this, absorbing the 
  information. He says at last, "The Heptite Guild can honor a request for 
  discretion, madam Guildmistress. Am I correct in my assumption that you wish 
  the most extensive system your finances can afford?"
Leandrika nods. "Absolutely. We on Hesperia believe in Quality, above all else. 
  As I said, our financial situation is *not* questionable."
Leandrika looks at you for a moment.
Leandrika says "We would like the installation to be done no later than the 
  opening day of our Spring Festival-- which should be convienient for you; if 
  I have done my homework correctly, it begins only a few days before your 
  Passover does."
Maxwell inclines his head in acknowledgement, smiling a little. "That is 
  correct." He seems approving of this, and adds, "It shall help me narrow in 
  how we might serve, madam, if you can verify specific details. Such as: how 
  many relay points you wish, and what distances you wish to be able to cover."
Leandrika says "We'd like th... four relay points, and as I've said, the 
  disattance we'd like to cover is as much distance as we *can* cover. I'm 
  sorry; I do not know how far away our most distant client planets are..."
Leandrika looks deep in thought as she tries to do a quick calculation.
Leandrika says "Our system, as you know, is off on the FSP eastern border-- 
  imagine how much in the way of communication would be necessary to get from 
  Hesperia to, say... Kyranim, over at the southwest border station."
Leandrika says "Or Astalion. We have much business with the Astalion 
  government."
Maxwell remarks, "A fair distance, in which to conduct such business."
Leandrika nods, "But, from what I hear, our furnishings are the *only* ones 
  that the Astalion Porlinous andCollyonars will use for their estates. And 
  they hire Hesperian musicians, and portrait artists. We are weary of 
  conducting all business meetings in person, when a simple call would do."
Leandrika shrugs, "It is also easier to attract new business with such 
  communication channels.
Maxwell inclines his head gravely. "Indeed. Let us also consider, however, your 
  side request. How many tiny shards do your students desire?"
Leandrika says "As many as they can get, if they had their way."
Leandrika chuckles, "We can *afford* approximately 400 credits worth, however."
Maxwell smiles slightly. "That can get you an entire canister of pale rose 
  shards, madam Guildmistress."
Leandrika nods, "That would do just fine, Guildmaster."
Maxwell briefly consults his terminal; with a keystroke, the data display 
  changes. He then looks up again, and informs you, "We can provide a chord of 
  four crystals in black. Dodecahedrons are available, and would provide you 
  with the most layered system."
Leandrika hmms, and raises an eyebrow. "While I remember, might I ask another 
  question, Guildmaster?"
You say "Most assuredly."
Leandrika says "A while back, I came here on a search for you-- I'd been told 
  you were on Yarro when I got here-- I met a young lad who was stranded here; 
  his liner had exploded, leaving him the sole survivor. I was wondering what 
  happened to the boy; he was quite a nice lad, if a bit morbid."
Leandrika says "Chason, was his name? No, no... Chalsin."
Leandrika looks quite interested.
Leandrika says "I offered to pay his way to Hesperia-- he would've made a 
  beautiful model for my painters, and who knows? He may have had talent in his 
  own right."
Maxwell smiles a little more, though still solemnly. "He has joined the Heptite 
  Guild, madam."
Leandrika's face freezes for a moment, as the gravity of this sinks in. "He... 
  *what*?"
Leandrika is obviously swallowing back some harsh words, as her tanned, 
  well-made up face turns a vivid shade of purple.
Maxwell's smile fades into neutrality. He repeats, gravely, "That name is 
  listed on our rosters now. Class 2008."
Leandrika says "He... He *couldn't* have been of legal age, Guildmember. He was 
  but a lad, perhaps sixteen..."
Leandrika takes a deep breath. "I'm sure, however, that you have discussed that 
  with the FSP, as he was an orphan, and therefore, his welfare must be 
  discussed with them."
Leandrika's face begins to return to its original shade, and her voice reverts 
  to its calm, bartering tones.
Leandrika says "I'm sure he will sing... well, and profitably."
Maxwell says levelly, "We have made all the necessary arrangements,madam." He 
  does not discuss the matter, past that.
Leandrika hmms, and writes something else down in her notebook, with a nod.
Leandrika says ""A chord of four black dodecs, then."
Leandrika says "What sizes can we expect these to be? What should their clamps 
  be made out of, and in what shape should we make them?"
Maxwell tells you firmly, "We can provide you with four medium large 
  dodechedrons." He proceeds to explain, in summarized form, the proper 
  preparations that must be made, finishing with, "I can insure that this data 
  is stored for your personal accessing."
Leandrika nods, efficiently, and writes something in her notebook.
Leandrika says "And as we have no tuners on planet-- though I assure you, with 
  the number of people on Hesperia with perfect pitch we could train at least 
  one-- how much will the crystals and installation of same come to?"
Maxwell quotes you a figure, and adds, "Do you require training services, then?"
Leandrika hmms. "I suppose so; we *would* want the system to remain in good 
  shape... however, we would like to postpone the training by a short period of 
  time, if that is okay. We will send people to Shankill when we are ready for 
  that.
Maxwell nods politely. "We shall discuss that, then, at the proper time. The 
  crystal you require is already available, however."
You say "I can have it prepared within twenty-four hours, although I shall have 
  to consult our roster of available Singers. You are operating under a limited 
  time frame?"
Leandrika nods, "Well, *we*, the Council, would like to discuss some fine 
  points of the installation procedures, although we could even do that with 
  your... Singer. As I said before, our only limitation is that the procedure 
  be done close to Festival-- so that another Singer will not be noticed in the 
  crowds. If your Singer could meet with me, here on Shankill, within the next 
  three days, that would suffice.
Maxwell inclines his head, then. Another keystroke to his terminal, and a 
  sidelong glance; then, he tells you, "We do have a Singer available. I will 
  contact him, and make the proper arrangements."
Leandrika nods, "Then I shall stay here, until the proper arrangements are 
  made; and then I would like to speak with him, myself." She smiles, "Thank 
  you, Guildmaster."
Maxwell rises, and bows to you. "You are quite welcome, madam Guildmaster. I 
  will contact you the moment I have word with our Singer."
Leandrika rises as well, and bows in return, "Thank you, sir."
Leandrika leaves, after arranging her notepad and recapping her ancient pen.
Maxwell smiles gravely, and as the farewell formalities are exchanged, he 
  escorts you out.