To: The surviving State Colours.

[Texas Red]

I dare say its been a while, boys. Ain't seen none ya' since I stepped aside an' we shut down. Now I know y'all aint fixin' to goin' off in the darkness all quiet like. That aint our way, an I aint intendin' on our fire goin' out so quickly. I aint too old, at the age o' sixty three, to put some young greenhorns in their place, an' I reckon y'all ain't too chicken to neither.

Sound off, if you still kickin'. We were once feared, people ran from us. Outcasts, them fat battleship turf stealin' bastards begged us for them an' their crew's lives. The Navy avoided us, an' rightly so. Each of us had a reputation, and I think its about time we wake up and remind these newcomers, them weird talkin' frog freaks, what happens when a foreign warship steps on to Rogue turf. Remind everyone, we aint too old to quit.

Its time to come back, an' show them why we were feared again.

Kill 'em all, boys. The law might forgive, but we dont.

-|Signal lost|-

[Marcus Vale]

[color=#ffffff]If my memories had a voice, you would not be my first choice, Red. That said, holy hell its been to long since I heard from you. I thought you rode off into the sunset or whatever old cowboys like yourself did in those old earth movies. I've been sitting on Padua dealing with the remnant fools of Mokas old crowd and not one of them has a brain for anything more than getting himself shot. It would be great to run with someone that knows what hes doing again.

You're right about those damn Gallics to. Their pushing hard into liberty these last few weeks and I've had more than a few moments of wanting to pop them frogs a new one. My Gunboats still in working order, relativly, and most of her crew is still around. I could be in the black at amoments notice, you just send the word, Red. Mokas gone, but there's still a fight to be had. Kick the Tires, n' Light the fires.... God I need to stop watching these old movies.[color]