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Greetings my friend.
I am sure you have heard the old saying..
Those that do not learn about history.. are doomed to repeat it.
So it seems that maybe happening again but this time to the Congress.
You know of the history I speak of and more so the doom we are facing.
Our long time secret about how we came to Sirius has come back to haunt us.
I long dreaded the sin of our origin would need to be repaid but I fear the price is more than I can bear.
I send this message to you now as I leave Puerto Rico in my wake.
Behind me is scattered debris from several Junker ships and among them is...
None other than the Claymore.O'Gordon.
A very short time ago Nomad aliens appeared inside Puerto Rico and hell followed with them.
They destroyed any vessel in their path and cut through the Gordon like a hot knife through butter.
We lost many men, several ships and are now faced with having to repair our beloved flagship.
Not all was lost though.. We did manage to save Murphy.
Which is why I am calling you now.
He's hurt brotha and in a coma.
Just before he went unconscious he screamed out your name.
I know your retired and you know I wouldn't call upon you unless I had no other choice.
Please Finn.. I need you again my friend.
If your reading this I am asking you..
Come home we need your help.

I am leaving only to try and see if perhaps the Zoners maybe able to help us.
Mia is looking after Murphy at La Fortaleza.
We hope you will come back to PR.
If you do call me when you arrive.
Thank you..

*Tim Finnegan stares coldly at the screen, blinks a few times*
Jimmy, lad.
Top o' th' mernin' t'yez.
*nods*

Retoired Oi may be, but deed Oi be nae.
Oi been sittin' in me watchtoor 'ere 'roond 'Gordon-way, watchin' o'er me Clan's 'oldings fer all these long days.
Wha' wif these bloody daft Marauders an' Project Forres, aye, an' noo these feckless bloody 'Pilgrims'!
'S enough tae break th' bank just bloody payin' attention!

*leans back, grabs a half-full pint of dark ale, takes a long pull and wipes his foamy beard with the back of his tattooed hand*
On tae bus'ness then.
Course'n after our wee "fallin' oot", had ye nae mentioned me auld pilot Murph, ye'z go' tae knoo Oi'd be tellin' ye's tae doive int'a a runnin' engine.
*leans in, looking dead into the camera with his steel-grey eyes*
Ye'z roight pess't me off't a whoile back, an' sure.

But noo ye'z tell me tha' me auld boyo Robert be aye badly wounded an arskin' fer me b'name?
...tha' be a 'orse o' a deff'rent color, t'be sure.

Nae t' mention ye' gone an' broke me bloody shep! In two, nae less!
*Tim's fist bunches on the pintglass, muscles in his forearms writhe like snakes*

Oi'll shake th' cobwebs off't th' Wake an' foire 'er engines within th' hoor.
*Tim squares his shoulders and yanks down his kilts*
Oi be aye callin' th' Doc, too.
E' be needin' tae be in on this, an' we goes wayy back, 'Oliday n' me.
Lord knows ye lot cannae pull off't an accord t'save yon life - least one wha' isnae as short-lived as an Outcast in Crete orbit.

*Finn smiles a wry smile*
An' lad, when this be o'er, ye owes me a bleedin' pint.
*his finger hovers over the comm cutoff*
An' a bloody apology.
*Tim Finnegan's gnarled finger slowly slides through the air toward the blinking square key on his armrest*
Wake oot.

~Signal ends~
*left behind on the screen is the long-familiar signature:*

.:j:.
Congressman Tim Finnegan
Clan Chief, Gordon Junkers of Inverness
Coileach an Taobh Tuath

Ah it is so great to hear from you again Finn!
Just wish it was under better circumstances but as with all families.
Even ones as dysfunctional as ours tragedy tends to bring em together.
Ya we had a bit of a falling out and as much as I hate to admit it..
I missed ya.
As for an apology?
Well it's not my style but given the current situation.
I am sorry for the bad blood, letting Murph get hurt and for the Gordon getting shot down.
There.. wasn't easy for me to say.
SO I hope were good now and can get onto the situation at hand.
Once you get to LF feel free to put all your drinks on my tab.
Just so long as you still do your best work while your drunk that is.
Look forward to sharing that pint with you when I return.
See ya soon Finn.. and welcome back!