To the Molly Republic

[BaconSoda]

Konnichiwa my Molly friends,

It appears that I have found myself longing as of late, not that the longing ever ceases, but longing more than usual. Ever since Blossom's departure, wandering the halls of my Maudlin Menagerie has been so meaningless. Those people have lost their ambition, and that just isn't fun. Clarity is what must be spread now; not chaos.

I find this longing to be for a change. Forgetting my past is something that I have resolved not to do, but dwelling in something so loathsome would lead to depression, and who wants that? I believe that similar abuse is what drove your forefathers to rebel. I long to be so progressive, and so I seek out a change; one small in comparison to the one you strive for, but, a change regardless. I would like to purge my Menagerie and replace it with one of your Scylla Destroyers. I think they can be appreciated by both of us, no?

But, of course, you can ask yourself why you would give such a monstrous piece of equipment to me. Well, I can't answer that question. I could do menial chores for you in Dublin, London, or wherever, but, those chores are being done anyway. I could threaten you with death and destruction, but you have already seen so much of that and it would be foolhardy to threaten battle-hardened men. I suppose it's just a matter of how much you trust me, us, or whatever you think it is I am or belong to.

I await your decision,
~Terminator Lady 'Pitchfork'

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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.

[Sprolf]

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• [color=#FFFFFF]-- Transmission Source: Somewhere, New Berlin
  -- Dispatcher ID: Molly Councillor Colin Breen
  -- Recipient ID: Pitchfork
  -- Subject: A Scylla and a Charybdis
  -- Encryption: Level XVII
  

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I'm sendin' this transmission' to let ye knoo we got yer message...

Er..

Lemme get back tae ye on this oone, if ye donnae mind.

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[BaconSoda]

Of course, Mollys,

It would be very rude to ask you to make a decision immediately. Afterall, I am your guest in this matter. Afterall, one cannot rush perfection.

Besides, I have no dedicated schedule. Things are perpetually dull wherever I am. It really does seem as if time does stand still. I must say, though, the metaphor is touching. Anyone who states that miners are only those of little education should really spend more time with the Mollys of Dublin.

Regardless, just a reminder that there is no clock ticking whatsoever,
~Terminator Lady 'Pitchfork'

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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.

[ugliestmoose]

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• -- Transmission Source: [color=#CCCCCC]Kilrea Orbital Station
  -- Dispatcher ID: Angus O'Conor
  -- Recipient ID: Pitchfork
  -- Subject: Re:To the Molly Republic
  -- Encryption: Level XVII
  

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Miss Pitchfork,

Our apologies for the slow response, it's not often we get requests such as yours and it's taken us a good bit of deliberation to make up our minds. And the decision we've come to is that we'll sell you the ship - but you'd better have a fat wallet for it, 'cause we simply cannot part with a Scylla for nothin' less than 300 million credits. That'll cover the cost of buildin' the ship from scratch, plus a little extra for our lads in the shipyards for working on short notice, and that'll still leave some coin left over for a bit of shoppin'. So, that's 300 million credits payable to [MR]Drink.Hauler and that price is final unless you can prove to us that your'e a real charmer!


Cheers,

Consuls of the Molly Republic

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[BaconSoda]

The law that broke the camel's back. Here you are:



I find credits far more charming. From this, I find you may as well.

~Terminator Lady 'Pitchfork'

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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.

[Sprolf]

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• [color=#FFFFFF]-- Transmission Source: Foyle Shipyard, Londonderry
  -- Dispatcher ID: Molly Councillor Colin Breen
  -- Recipient ID: Pitchfork
  -- Subject: A Scylla and a Charybdis
  -- Encryption: Level XVII
  

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Credits win wars, ma'am. Ye're doin' us a great service, as we're doin' ye.
Put that destroyer tae good use fer oos, now... *chuckles*

I hoop we might meet ye in good graces among the stars at a later date.

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