[font=Century Gothic]Gidday Breen, I'm sorry for being such a terrible stranger lately but I've been rather busy with things.
To business! I found something that I think belongs to you. Two of your Saoirse gunboat turrets. They fell off an Outcast Tridente that had a bunch of them attached to it. He was dumb enough to get in the way of my favourite Liberty Rogue, Eva Jones - his ship bit the dust and I commandeered the remains, pulling these turrets out of the wreckage. What an Outcast gunboat was doing with your guns getting shot at by the Underboos of the Rogues in the heart of New York is not known to me, nor do I really care. The boat is in pieces in my salvage lot/battle tank/luxury abode/polygonal sex machine known as the Alsatia - the crew is, well, not of this world any more so far as I know.
Now, I don't want to go around knocking off gear that belongs to people I prefer being on good terms with, so I'd like to return them to your possession. I'd like to meet with either you or a representative thereof to transfer ownership of these guns to their rightful owners.
Arranmore Base -- Dispatcher ID: Colin Breen -- Recipient ID: Evangeline McDowell -- Subject: Stolen Turrets -- Encryption:Level VII [font=Agency FB]
Hmm. If that was truly a 'Cast gunship, I s'pose I shood be grateful t' ye fer it.
An' indeed I am. I donniken how they stole our technology, but we'll be lookin' int' sealin' whitever leaks there might be.
Before we start sayin' anythin' about ye returnin' the guns, let me ask ye this:
Ye hae a gunship by any chance, McDowell?
[font=Century Gothic]As for the guns, my information leads me to believe they were given to the guys who run the "show". Was one of those goons who belong to that fellow named "The Joker".
Diplomacy ain't my thing; just telling it as it is. The guy's've gone and put bounties on my little Roguey girlfreind, Eva Jones and my own destroyer at the same time. What you wan'na do, if anything, on your end ain't my business nor do I especially care - if anything it'd be Sylpheed you'd be needing to talk to about it if you wish to. All I know is the lads rubbed Jones up the wrong way and suffered the consequences. She needs to be rubbed in a very special way that really only I know - otherwise she just starts killing things.
And although the Polygonal Sex Machine will dance with a gunboat any day of the week; she herself isn't "actually" of such a class, so, sadly I don't have one. But if I'm reading you right, I'd like to give them to my girlfriend as a present. I'm sure she'd like them.
Arranmore Base -- Dispatcher ID: Colin Breen -- Recipient ID: Evangeline McDowell -- Subject: Stolen Turrets -- Encryption:Level VII [font=Agency FB]Heh, ye tricky lass, ye... As much as I don't care for ye both fightin' each other, I got nothin' t' say 'bout ye fighting back when they're they're aggressors. 'Tis yer god-given right t' fight back. As it is, ye've both done this t' get on me good side an' if me friends fight, well, I don't really get involved.
An' aye, those turrets're yours now.
Ye can give those turrets t' yer sweet, then... or whoever ye like.