User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-7345250-20150803012855

I, uh, don't really have anything for you to do right now, since we seem to be giving those crooks away... Sorry...


 * A third Death-Stalker hologram appears.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "To the emperor penguin, I extend my felicitations, for you now have an opportunity unlike any other. I have appropriated the MCPD's entire armory. Everything. All of the city's weaponry belongs to me. And now I mean to relieve myself of it."


 * The hologram puffs on its pipe.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "I have already made a deal with the City of Maretropolis, but I have no intention of delivering to them. The entire stock is yours for thirty-five million bits. With this cutting-edge supply united with your own market, Mareoni and the other buffoons will be history. You will be superior, and everypony will know it. You will be dominant at long last. Moreover, the law will be unarmed and helpless to interfere. To claim this motherlode, deliver the bits to Puddinghead Hill an hour before midnight tomorrow."


 * Another puff.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "I understand that the stakes are high, so bring the bits with whatever escort you deem suitable. Make it an army for all I care... I look forward to our meeting."


 * This hologram, unlike Mareoni's, stays to add one more rather nonchalant notice. An afterthought maybe?

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Also, keep an eye out for jealous upstarts such as your competitors. A stock like this comes around once in a lifetime, or so I'd imagine. I work with a skeleton crew, metaphorically speaking, and I will not risk unloading a moment before the designated time. I would suggest that you do not arrive early either. Bring all the colts you want, but move quickly."


 * And then it ends...

(At last, the final pieces of the grand design are clicking into place...)