*~~~*Incoming Transmission*~~~*
*~*From: NC-MNS-Najera, Tau-23 System*~*
*~*Encryption: Very high*~*
-|Do you want to listen it, Sir?|-
*Openning message*
Greetings, Bretonian Allies! *He speaks with a voice such as He is a little drunk, but loudly* This is Miguel Madrigal, a reputable Don and a temporary Captain of the NC-MNS-Najera , Maltese Drednought speaking!
You see, we got a small battle against a Corsair vessel , during which , our Captain , venerable Admiral Mateo Velasco has been wounded. Oh, do not worry ,
he liked Cardamine, therefore, his body will survive against that wound. He-he (*laughts*), no, it wasn't an advertise of that yellow grass. I am instead of Velasco
at the moment, as the captain.
But that Old Man is not why we transfer this message for you. You see, our Friendly Bretonian, in that battle against the Corsair vessel we lost our flak-turrets,
so important part of our Najera... We can't fix them , moreover, Nazione Maltese doesn't have a reserve for us. Therefore, my honorable ally , I request for a pass into
your Space for 3 weeks . What will you say, my dear recipient?
Oh, of course, you probably think we will do pirating and smuggling in your lands... I, Miguel Madrigal, the Don , the respectable gentlemen , promise - We will NOT
pirating and sell our cardamine in your Space. You can trust us, dear ally. We will just fly to you, after that our engineers will set the flaks and we will fly away. Savvy?
We trust, you will let us pass, you, our last hope.
Miguel Madrigal out. Impatiently waiting for your answer, Gentlemen.
+++|Automatic addition to the message: Glory to Nación Maltesa!|+++
Message Class: Textual
Encryption: Darjeeling
To: Miguel Madrigal, MNS Najera, NC
From: Admiral Sir George Richard Hall, BAF
Don Madrigal,
Your message does not state it clearly whether you want to access Bretonia in three weeks, or you want to stay for three weeks. Could you, please, clear that out?
Greetings once again, Bretonian Armored Forces! *He speaks like he's a little drunk again, but probably he always speaks so, not because of alcohol* Admiral Hall? It's a honor to talk with you. We have heard about your victories a lot! We just got your message and sorry that we answer to it using the audio-message, not textual. Well, I belive the last message was really from you, not from your First Officer or Radio Operator, otherwise it isn't so honorable for us.
Anyway, Sinor Hall , we undestood your message and ready to clear out what we meant. As I already said, our flaks have been damaged during a battle against the corsair vessel. Therefore, we must to get new flaks from Bretonia. So, we requested to access Bretonia to set new flak-turrets up in one of your Shipyards, savvy? The last time it took us about 2 weeks. Anyway, when we will set the new turrets up, we will leave Bretonia Space. I guess we can manage it all even for a week. 3 weeks just in case. Do you understand it now, Sinor Hall? Then we are ready to end this transmission.
By the way, Sinor, we have removed this addition to our message "Glory to Nazione Maltese!" , because one of my officers supposed that it might to injure you... That's all, Sinore Hall. We will waiting for your answer.
Message Class: Textual
Encryption: Darjeeling
To: Miguel Madrigal, MNS Najera, NC
From: Admiral Sir George Richard Hall, BAF
Don Madrigal,
Unfortunately Southampton is frenziedly busy, so we cannot provide you access to the Shipyard. As, according to the Bretonian Charter of Interstellar Law, Outcast capital ships cannot access Bretonia, it is not possible to allow your ship to stay for a week either. We could, however, bend it slightly and let you pass through to the Taus so you can reach an Outcast shipyard, if you do it very quickly and quietly.
Sinor Hall...We were upset by your words... Now we are left without protection from enemy torpedoes! But we don't keep evil against you. We respect the Bretonian Charter of Interstellar Law and we will try to find help somewhere else. And now, I , Miguel Madrigal, say goodbye to you. See you in the Universe, Mr.Hall!