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Shamus O'Shaunessy

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Shamus O'Shaunessy

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Blessed St. Brigid!

Five huge tradin' ships in convoy outran the Trismegistus in Lewis just yesterday.

I ken four o' em were Indy Junker sorts, along wi' one Indy IMG in a Heavy Tanker.. tis a bleedin' shame.

I've beefed t' Claymore so's I can give em a bit more grief next time, boyos.

Gaia may not bleed, but Lewis leaks like a seive. See t' that in yer spare time, eh?

Shamus,
Sergeant at Arms

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Shamus O'Shaunessy

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Right, lads,

While the McEwan is out on some secret "diplomatic" matters,

I'll be kickin' yer flacid behinds inter action, eh?

First order o' business is t' get on yer bleedin' comms 'n chime in here.

Shamus

Gotcha. Pestilence checkin' in. Currently off active patrol duty, workin' on biomaterials in de Plaguemonger.

Progress be satisfyin'. Feelin' I could'a done much more if dere be de time tah' seek an' extract different explosive ordnance an' virus samples.

Otherwise, tings be quiet.

Pestilence out.

From: Shamus
To: Ye bleedin' lot!

One reply?? Get off yer duffs, laddies. I got news.

First, a welcome t' our newest recruit, Annora Ash, Captain o' the Gunboat Talon's Embrace. Make 'er welcome, boyos..

If a globe can't wake ye up, mebbe a lovely Sheila can!

First round o' drinks on me, but keep a fairly clear head, we may have a call t' arms 'ere shortly.

I'm waitin' on a secure transmission fer the details.

Gaia will not Bleed!

Shamus

To: All hands
From: Yer Globe at Arms
Subject: Updatin' ye.

Still no word from t' McEwan. Bleedin' diplomacy 'n secret deals must still have t' tosser buried somewheres..

I'm assignin' Red t' look after our new 'lochers, 'n I'll be about in the Fishmonger when I can.

Annora, luv, I'm sorry we ain't had a chance t' fly t'gether yet.

As fer the rest o' ye, chime in here when ye're sober 'n washed the fur off yer bleedin' tongues.

Oh, and keep yer peepers peeled fer this Colin lad, who wants t' send a few slimey limeys t' their maker wi' us, eh?

Shamus

From: Pestilence
Subject: Early Christmas!

Aww, hell, chief, yeh gunna like dis. Check dis ting out. I finally pulled sumthin' outta th' crap th' boys been' findin' in th' field... an' one smuggler we dun took down 'ad sumthin' -REALLY- interestin' on board.

A biological weapon, in fact. I'll be droppin' in more info, but seems lyk de perfect ting ta' come 'cross.

Next update after testin'. Pestilence out.

From: Annora Ash
Subject: Good Hunting

It was good to finally meet some of you in space today, though I should like to find time where we are able to meet in person. Perhaps on Islay sometime in the near future. While gunning down opposition is entertaining in its own right, it does not give me much insight into your character. Perhaps this will be remedied soon.

I have obtained and outfitted a fighter, Eagle class, so I shall be able to provide fire support from that role as well, though I do prefer sitting at the head of Talon's Embrace. Perhaps we could rendezvous tomorrow for a more face-to-face meeting.

Talon's Embrace out.

To: The Underloch
From: Red
Location: Islay

Subject...Time to hand my boots up fer a while.

Well here it is, it's gone, slipped through my fingers like molten mercury, my time here was always limited my friends and I have other dangerous times approaching on the horizon, personal matters rushing down on me and which if I don't pay attention to, threaten to slam the bones out of my body.... quicktime. I need a break to sort things out.

My blood still races with Gaian fervour and I'll be with you in my dreams. But for now ....

Later.

Red Out