.:j:. JUNKER CONGRESS MESSAGE DUMP

[TFinnegan]

A wee battle report wha' needs filin'.
*flicks at bits of lint on his vest*
Today me commsman done caught 'isself a call from San Juan soon's we breached Breton space.
- Alert One.
'Ad us four bloody squids in 'Rico, we did.

'Ere, 'th .:j:.Hunter was first on scene, an' th' Foine Congressman took th con' aye an' well.
Oi lauched th' Dropkick from th' flinger, an' she burned 'ard fer 'Rico.

*nods at his pilot, seated at the helm*
Murph 'ere done hollered bloody murdah' troo New York, an managed t' snag a pair o' merc wings, as well as th' bonny Geordi Forbes, a constant friend an' ally t' Congress.

Them squishies didnae stand a snowball's chance in 'ell.
Wasn't but minutes afore Congressmen was launchin' left n' roight int' an' aroond 'Rico space.
Aye, skill an' luck drove them mercs t' fervor as well, inspirin'ly so.
'Twere a sight, nae lie.

We done routed them unnat'rals straight int'a texas, where th' last of 'em were rode doon by th' mercs.
*grins toothily*
We let ONE live, aye.
T' limp back t' th' collective an' learn them lot nae t' feck aboot in Puerto Rico space.

Oi payed oot a well-earned 25 million creds in bounty 'ere, just fer th' record.

T'any rate, Oi smell a pint wif me name on it 'roond 'Gordon way, an' Oi's fixin t' burn fer 'ome.
Ye'z know where t' reach me ef ye'z any questions.

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Congressman Tim Finnegan
Clan Chief, Gordon Junkers of Inverness
Director of Congress Operations - Bretonia
~Coileach an Taobh Tuath~

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