Queen Carina's Privateers to the Golden Chickies

[Koolmo]

Transmission to: All Over-testosteroned ladies prone to snorting cardi, especially the Kiretsu and the [GC].
Comm ID: Lord Sir Reginald Notworthy the Third, Queen's Champion, Queen Carina's Privateers.

Alrighty lasses, here's the deal. I'm willing to put up with a small amount of lower-class, boorish behavior. I'm even willing to stand by while you chaps sneak out of the kitchen to do a little bit of shoddy flying, desperate times and all.

What I'm not willing to do, is watch what I saw today sah!

Freighters destroyed after they'd hauled to and surrendered! What the heck is that? If the man pulls over, he's done! He pays, he leaves, simple as that! Is that haze in your cockpit so thick that you can't even figure out how to stop shooting?

And after that! In the middle of an engagement with those bloody farmers, the lot of you decide that you'd rather take a break to huff something and talk about your nails, whilst your allies are being bombarded by torpedos and missiles! Two of the Queen's finest gunboats are now dockyard jobs because of you! D'you think this is a game? Are you lot too bleeding high to notice that it rather hurts when a console blows up in your face? My engineer's face looks like swiss cheese! Sir Andrew's gunner actually needs that eyepatch now!

And for what, sah? Had to stop and giggle like schoolchildren for a bit? Decided that you'd like to 'climb aboard' old Barak's fighter, and see how it flies, eh? Acting like a bunch of bloody proles, you lot are! And I'm bloody done with it!

From now on, if you come within two kilometers of any QCP vessel, attempt to engage us in your drivelish conversation, or even make the slightest peep when I'm around, it won't be those ruddy farmers you're worrying about! It'll be me and mine tossing down on you, Nipperess-McGee! Next time, stay in the bleeding kitchen where you belong, or I'll heave you back in there, what!


Bugger off then! Notworthy, out!

Transmission Ended

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<span style="color:#FFFF00">&quot;General Solo, is your strike team assembled?&quot;
&quot;Barely, they're pretty drunk.&quot; </span>
SCRA Recruiting--SCRA Feedback--SCRA Message Dump--SCRA Faction Status

I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.

[Zelot]

To: Not Worthy

From: Ze'evy poo



See, you throw your lot in with drugged out feminists, thats what you get.

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[Saigo.Watanabe]

*Encryption Enabled*
*Comm Channel Opened*
*Sending Transmission*

Konnichiwa.
Sir Reginald Notworthy

It is a shame that you could of at least held some respect. Was it not less than a week that i assisted your Bretonian folk with destroying a Cruiser that was threatening me and your fellow friends?
Next time you could at least talk with respect to those who are responsible for my sisters.

Though after going through your insults i still am puzzled to what exactly went on.
They destroyed a surrendered Freighter? Well send me the names of who was involved within the [GC]- and i will talk to them, and make sure they behave the way they should.
Same with the farmers fighter? What exactly happened?

Note: Kiretsu is a separate wing who is under control of Zetsumai Keisotsu

So please reply properly when you have let of some steam in estate of yours, of which most of us only dream of.

and if you personally insult any of my sisters again, well, hopefully it won't come to that.

That will be all.

Elder Saigo Watanabe.

*Ending Transmission*
*Comm Channel Closed*
*Encryption Disabled*

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"Time is too precious to be idle." - Saigo Watanabe
"Death is something that is inevitable, Something you cannot run away from." - Katharina Hildegard
Now going under the gaming name: Seraxia
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[Koolmo]

Transmission to: Ze'evy Poo
Comm ID: Reggie

M'yes, but needs must when the devil drives, eh? Won't be doing that anymore... You should come down to MacDuff sometime, we've got some of that heathen rice-booze you're so fond of.

Reggie, out.

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Transmission to: Saggy Wasabiniweenie
Comm ID: Lord Sir Reginald Notworthy

I told you once slanty, and I'll tell you again. Bugger off, that's a good girl. By the way 'Elder', you don't happen to have a daughter that 'works' Harbour Three on Leeds, do you? Sounds familiar...

Transmission Ended

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<span style="color:#FFFF00">&quot;General Solo, is your strike team assembled?&quot;
&quot;Barely, they're pretty drunk.&quot; </span>
SCRA Recruiting--SCRA Feedback--SCRA Message Dump--SCRA Faction Status

I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.

[farmerman]

From: Miharu Takahashi
Location: Hokkaido

*transmission begins*

Transmission to: Saggy Wasabiniweenie
Comm ID: Lord Sir Reginald Notworthy

I told you once slanty, and I'll tell you again. Bugger off, that's a good girl. By the way 'Elder', you don't happen to have a daughter that 'works' Harbour Three on Leeds, do you? Sounds familiar..

I must say, Bretonia has many nice things to offer, but apparently these Privateers are not one of them. I don't appreciate when one insults my friends and sisters in the GC. I am beginning to think that, perhaps, shooting at the BAF might be as fun as shooting at those cursed farmers. At least they have the excuse of being ignorant fools.

*transmission ends*

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Faction info links: Samura Heavy Industries : LWB : Watchers

[bluntpencil2001]

From: Miharu Takahashi
Location: Hokkaido
might be as fun as shooting at those cursed farmers.

Comm. ID: Ally, Queen's Ransom, 1st Officer
Location: Ne'er you mind

See, it's all a game to you, eh?! How's about you lay off the ping pong and see that this isn't fer fun, there's people's lives involved here! The wee laddy on the gun got his face half-melted, whilst the 'backup' sat and watched, paintin' their toenails. A cryin' shame, an' downright shockaroonee.

Ayup, shootin' at whatever is yer game, I guess, wi' all them drugs in yer, ye just like the flashy bright lights, tryin' ta make up fer the fact ye've no had a man pleasure ye since daddy showed you the special place, eh?

Hell, shootin' up folks that've given up? Pffft! That's wimpier than Libertonian burgers, ye pansies. Get yer act together and do yer job right. Where's yer fancy pants revolution gone, eh? Figured ye don't need to do much fightin' when yer can whack each other wi' pillows whilst yer as high as kites?

Sort yersel' out before threatenin' folk, girly, and get a bloody job! A real one!

Shove it.

-Ally

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[Dab]

Incoming Transmission
Comm ID: Zetsumai Keisotsu
Recipient: Lord Sir Reginald Not-worthy the Third, Queens Teacup

Oh, enough with the squealing kiddy. I know you're fuming because your little Gunboat got a few holes in it, but thats no reason to blame us. Especially when we were there helping you against the farmers and Hogosha. I seem to recall getting some frantic pleas for backup because a Farming Gunboat was roaming around too close to you. Did I not muster a gunboat, 2 bombers, and half a dozen fighters for you? I also recall you being destroyed without so much as scratching your opponents, while my pilots took out at least 8 of the enemy ships, if not more.

Its not our fault you decided to use those big lumbering things you call warships in the capital system of your enemy. If you had used fighters, or even bombers, you could still be in your nice and comfy cockpits, rather than a nice and shiny pod.

And for the ship that gave up in New Tokyo.. Be well aware that those were not my own pilots. Indeed, along with you; myself, Aosoraki, and Kougake all echo'd the order for the ships to cease firing. Those who didn't were ships belonging to the main Golden Chrysanthemum organization, not my squadron, and the bomber from the Consortium. Saigo Watanabe will deal with her pilots, I will have some words with Watsas about how to listen to orders given to you.

But down to the meat of the matter, if you don't wish to have our support, so be it. I will no longer require my pilots to aid you. But don't come running to me again when you're outnumbered and outgunned, I'm not your mother.

Adyu-Reginald

-Zetsumai Keisotsu

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[Ironfoot]

Interesting how the Bretonians turn on their allies when the chips are down!

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[Dieter Schprokets]

Transmission to: The Kiretsu and the Golden Crysanthemums

Comm ID: Lord James Ralston, Minister of Defense, Her Majesty's Government

Sadly, I see that an incident has occurred between yourselves and the enthusiastic (but somewhat unsubtle) private Bretonian citizens who disrupt Kusari trade, in support of the war effort. Their actions, while noble in intent, and also effective, are not in the purview of Her Majesty's Government, and we claim no knowledge nor control of their actions or intentions.

Please be advised that the actions of this irrepressible group of private entrepreneurs in no way reflects the policy of Her Majesty's government towards your organiztion. We support you in your goals, and I trust that the "enemy of our enemy" shall remain Her Majesty's friend.

Signed and Sealed

Lord James Ralston

Transmission Ended

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[BaconSoda]

Incoming Transmission...
Comm ID: #$^%!*@&~
Origin: Now, that's funny
Subject: Games?

Oh, you little pets are so very silly. A game? Why, that's what your trifles all really are. Little games, to amuse those of us who can watch from as close as we deem necessary to see. Picking up little crumbs of those who lay them for you, hording your money and cultures like they even mattered...

So silly, you are. It is all a game. It will end the same in the end, no matter how many pieces you break. I wish I had more pieces that wanted to play with me, though. I keep breaking them all....

Transmission Lost...

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.