[font=Palatino Linotype]
Charles absentmindly stacked a few sheets of paper and added them on one of the small mounds growing around his desk. Suddenly shoved into the Governer position of the Mollys the benfiets of filing hadn't reached him. Pressing send on his console, disloging a few system reports, he started searching for his in-box.
[font=Palatino Linotype]
Hey there lads,
Been sometime since we've contacted ye and so I'm going ta sort out two thin's in one go. I don't doubt ye know of te vast gold te Mollys 'ave and tis 'ere I'm asking yea if ye are interest' in obtaining some o' it. A contract between us would be give us both credits a plenty.
As well we be looking at ye fine Recycler ships, we 'ere get lots of Junk that needs 'recycling'. Some access teh these ships would be 'elpful in clean'n up Dublin. I'm sure we can work out somethin' ta make both of us verra happy.
****Incoming Transmission****
****Comm ID: Arbiter Jack Crow****
****location: Classified****
For the first part you are right. It's been a while. There's been so much going on lately that I haven't been to Dublin in far too long. I'm not sure when I'll be there again either though hopefully soon. In the meantime I would suggest you contact my man Finnegan, I believe you know him well. He's running operations in Bretonia for us at the moment.
As for the recycler, you are welcome to take it for a spin, but honestly I'm not sure what the recycler can do that the barghest can't do better. Just my opinion though, you are welcome to your own.
[font=Palatino Linotype]
Charles looked up as his console beeped, the in-box had been found hiding under a small mountain of paperwork, and it was the work of several minutes to free the screen from obstuctions.
[font=Palatino Linotype]
Good of ye te get back so quickly, I'll go 'ave a few words with Finnegan te sort things out. Should be able te have it done and 'ave te gold road lined with Junkers in no time.
The Recycler, aye we 'ave our Barghest and tis a fine ship no doubt 'bout it. Tis mainly meant for'm BAF and the like who prance 'round in their fancy capital ships. Teh Recycler tis a little more....flexable, ye gets all sorts in Dublin and sometimes tis easier ta 'ave everything right at hand aye? I've seen ye ships out before and got understand'n of what they can do. If ye can part with some of'm then my boys can pick'm up, and I'm sure we can bring along some of our shiny molly gold teh offset ye costs for teh ship.
*** Clan Gordon Offices ***
*** Invergordon Station, Inverness ***
Top o' th' mernin' to ye'z lads! *friendly grin*
Aye an' sure 'tis a foine bit o' luck wha' brings ye buggers to me comms.
Ye Mols n' we 'Nessies been friends since afore either of us 'as born, an' Oi look forward ter continuin' in tha' direction longs Oi've breath in me lungs.
To tha' effect, Oi've a proposal wha' ye'z can consider at yer liesure. *steeples fingers*
Oi've go' me a pair o' Recyclers 'ere in me docks wha' just come o'er from Arecaibo. They're so ruttin' new they've still go' packin' peanuts crammed in th' cerners. As I've yet to consign pilots to 'em, I'd like ter offer them's two up to ye lot, in return fer a solid price on Gold Ore for Congress.
-Me thoughts would be summin' in th' realm o' 3300 per unit, an' free docking rights at Arranmore, Mull, an' Lisburn.
'Course this is negotiable, aye.
Now, I does worry sommmin' firece wha' the Baffers gon' say ef ye'z come at 'em lot wif our hardware, but I can explain 'at as needs be. Bein' a member o' Parliament 'as its advantages.
Also, another element wha' I'd like ter put to th' bargainin' table, we've some recent troubles wif th' bloody Reavers an' other such unscrupulous riff-raff. Now, Oi aint gon' arsk ye'z t' adjust yer own politics n allies, but I would arsk tha' Congress vessels inside Dublin 'ave priority defense against such troubles whilst in yon skies.
Ef these terms are to yer likin', I can hae me ships delivered to ye'z afore ye can say "Ellie MacGuire".
Oi looks ter me comms fer yon reply.
In th' Brotherhood o' th' Celts, an' friendship to boot,
.:j:.
Congressman Tim Finnegan
-Coileach an Taobh Tuath-
Director of Operations: Bretonia
[font=Palatino Linotype]
Charles started and woke up to the flashing light from his console. Rubing his eyes he beadily stared at the incoming message, sighed, and began composing a reply.
[font=Palatino Linotype]
Good ta 'ear from ye lad.
Tis nice that yeh got some Recyclers for us lads though truth be told I was hope'n for a few more. Now ye solid price tis a little on teh low side for a pair of ship and yeh be remember'n that us Molly, we don't go 'alf mesures eh?, we've got ta whole kit 'n kabang! Ye get no wait'n for loads te fill up and bargin'n with teh indies 'round for ore. Look'n over what yeh get you'll be gett'n 'bout 43m an hour if yeah run round trips with 3300! My poor lads work their fingers te the bone mining this with Bafers, sairs, BMM and every pirate 'ith a grudge goin' after us. Ya Junkers got teh easy part, min'n is labour intensice ya see, lot 'arder then just flying a ship 'bout.
Now I'm think'n....'bout 3500 would be fair for just teh pair of ta ships. Cos' if we were te 'ave a few more I might be inclin' otherwise. If tis 'elp ya we can give ya teh first load or two for zip for ta ships, could say a load for each Recycler eh?
As for ya dock'n permisson', yeh can consider tis done with te deal and of 'ourse we'll 'elp ya out if we can in Dublin as we look 'ater those who 'elp us. And if teh Bafers bother ye 'bout'm just blame on ye Gallic lads aye? Ye can't 'elp if they don't follow sirius rule can ye...
*** Clan Gordon Offices ***
*** Invergordon Station, Inverness ***
Top o' th' mernin to ye'z, Charles.
I've a wee bit o' gristle stuck 'twixt me teeth 'ere, thought ye n' Oi ought chew it a bit.... *steeples fingers and glares hard at screen*
I sees by me manifest tha' yer boys picked up them Recyclers from Invergordon Docks. Which is, to say th' least, odd. - Odd in tha' Oi'd nae released them yet as we were nae finished wif our negotiations 'ere.
Now I'm layin' equal blame on me drunken former Dockmaster fer nae stoppin' yer lads when they came to take 'em. There be plenty o' blame on me own end too...
Still...
*picks up a sheaf of documents, and waggles them at the screen*
Ter top at off't, Oi've got th' bleedin' Baffers breathin' down me neck o'er attacks on them lot with those very same Recyclers.
Y'see this puts me in a rough spot, wha' with me bein' th' newly appointed Congressional Parliamentary officer to the Breton House o' Commons.
*leans in close, unblinkingly glaring into the screen*
An' now, p'raps worst of all, Oi've me boss so far up me craw o'er th' whole mess, Oi dinnae when I'll see daylight.
Give a Molly an inch they'll take a bloody parsec, aye?
*leans back, a smile creeping across his grisled face*
Now, afore Oi sends me lads ter come take back tha' "stolen" hardware, p'raps there be a way oot o' this pickle...
let's say I forget yer boys waltzed in an' took wha' were nae yours yet, aye?
Say I even give'd ye buggers another one or two Recyclers oot o' th kindnes so' me heart an' the brotherhood we lot share...
-An' in return fer me patience, understandin' an' general noice-fella-ness, you lot lay off the Baffers an' promise me wha' Junker Recyclers will nae be used against Bretonian authorites.
Aye?
S' nae much ter arsk, consid'rin th' breach o' honor wha' prompted ye'z ter take what were nae yers, yet, aye?
Ef ye lot can stick to tha' caveat, I suppose I can accept your offer o' free unfettered docking, an' even th' ridiculous price o' 3500 a unit on Gold ore.
-Consid'rin our other contacts can get us non-Molly gold for around 3000 most days, I'd say tha's bleedin' gen'rous o' me.
So, 'ere. Chew onnat gristle a bit, tell me 'ow it tastes, aye?
Oi dinnae wish t' resort to other manners o' "diplomacy" regardin' this matter.
.:j:.
Congressman Tim Finnegan
-Coileach an Taobh Tuath-
Director of Operations: Bretonia
[font=Palatino Linotype]
Carefullly reading the message Charles reached behind and pulled out the current ship roster, after scanning through it twice he it placed back behind him and began his reply.
[font=Palatino Linotype]
Well laddie thats a pickle an' no mistake. As fer what 'elp I can tell ya is that ya charge ye dockmaster with thievery as well as bee'n drunk. Since laddie, we 'avn't touched ya blasted recyclers and so I can only assume we 'avn't shot at te Bafers with'm either.
If ya goin' teh run 'round accus'n meh of steal'n ya ships then I want proof of it, don't barge'n in with ye wild accusations and putt'n black marks on our good name.
Now running along with ye next thought, [font=Palatino Linotype]should[font=Palatino Linotype] we 'ave teh Recyclers they would undoubtly be end'n up in fights with te Bafers or those BMM scum or some other Bret group who'll be off complain'n te their 'goverment'. As for 'ow ye explain tis to'm, well bugger how I know, ye seem teh be able ta explain ta reports of Junkers pirate'n their lads in te Borber systems don't ye? After that a pair te ta Mollys should nat be a problem.
That tis 'ow we'll be use'n them ships, if ye don't like tis then I suppose thats te end of it and ya going ta 'ave to buy ye gold seperate like everyone else. I gave ye plently of reason why ti a good price and if ye want to keep buy'n [font=Palatino Linotype]non-molly[font=Palatino Linotype] then so be it.
*** Bridge of the Wake ***
*** Arranmore Docks, Dublin System ***
Charley, me boyo
Oi think ye n' me needs ter dicuss this mess o'er a pint or four, Oi do.
So'z Oi taken th' liberty o' parkin' me beastie at yon Arranmore docks.
~
~
Oi've also brung ye'z a chilled case o' Invergordon Black Ale, an' a couple bottles o' me family scotch, Gordon Oban. -Gifts fer ye'z, ter apologize fer me hasty abbrasiveness in me last comm.
Aye, an' Oi've got four Recyclers in me cargo bay, wiped o' pilot codes an' awatin' successful negotiations.
Seems them Baffers hacked our previous conversations an' pre-emptively complained to me boss. -Another reason to do this 'ere bid'ness face-ter-face. This 'ere channel be nae longer safe.
Oi've instructed me marines wha' ter board ye n' yer people to th' Wake's forward galley.
I'll be a'wait'n 'ere fer ye'z.
Cheers.
.:j:.
Congressman Tim Finnegan
-Coileach an Taobh Tuath-
Director of Operations: Bretonia