To The Crown, the BAF and Fleet Admiral Ralston

[Eichann Rush]

Next time, come do your own dirty work.
You send another merc an' ai'll mail em tae ye piece by piece.
A man has the right tae work whereever an' with whomeever he so pleases, and when those of us whom ye claim as pirate seek honest work fer a change, an' are then brutally attacked by honorless men who would trade our blood fer money, it only goes tae show yer true character.
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[SnakThree]

[Target] > Bretonia
[Sender] > Fred
[Encryption] > Low

And this is just the beggining.
You better call in Junkers to clean scrap that comes out of BMM Hegemons.

~ For the Republic!
~ Fred, Knight of the Old Guard

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[Slainte]

Jeeves, Cdre Jack Frost's batman, knocked quietly on the door,

"sir,sir" " comm message relayed to your desk sir"

"Hmm, oh ok wait a moment please Jeeves"

Jack had just docked and went to his quarters after dealing with a rogue AI cruiser in Dublin. He went to his desk and switched on his comm link....

"Hmmm....more mindless drivel from them Molly chaps" thought Jack as he switched of the comm.

"Nothing to worry about Jeeves, please make sure i'me not disturbed, i have some paperwork to catch up on."

" Yes sir " replied Jeeves and quietly closed the door

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[Dieter Schprokets]

Sir

Feel free to ratchet up the rhetoric, sirs.

And incidently, Dublin is not a Republic.


Trusting the above is sufficiently clear,

Fleet Admiral James Ralston.

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[Eichann Rush]

Words are weapons, sah, something someone in a position of yer importance should understand.
Recently a compatriot was attacked, a miner, by another of these foolish Hunters, near Arranmore, and ai hae no doubt many other reports of Hunter attacks shall roll in.
You, sah, placed your hand an' seal on the Dublin Protocol, an now ye have hired half-wit thugs tae attack my people without riskin' yer own hide.
Ye hae lied to the Council, and tae the Guild, and tae yer own soldiers.
The remenants of the Hunter's ship has been stuck tae a cruise missile, and lobbed at the Essex.
Trusting the resulting explosion is sufficiently clear,
Eichann Rush, Grandmaster of the Old Guard

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