Sah.
Wit' all due respect, an' knowin' tha' ai dont speak fer all Moolys, weel.
The Crown can go shove it's tyrannical laws.
Moolys folla the laws o the Council an' their respective clans, nae the Baffers or the BPA.
An' there ain't no bloody treaty, Breen ne'er got around tae negotiatin' one afore he blasted off an' left the Old Guard of the Republic holdin' the bag, sae tae speak.
Apparently ye nae too bright fer a Junker, so ai'll make this clear.
Iffen ye want any more "discounted" gold an' a semi-free pass, jus' move along.
In fac', it seems almost loike yer tryin tae cause trouble.
I don' know what the Garda would think o tha', but i sure as bloody hell know wha' ai think o it.
Now now, Mr. Rush, my good lad,
-an' with all due respect to me fellow Congressman for cuttin' inter 'is channel-
Afore ye go polishin' off't yer shilealaugh, p'raps ye'd best 'ave a pint. Blow th' foam off't th' top an' 'ave a lissen, mate, aye?
*Arms crossed, a smile tugs at the corner of Finn's mouth*
Now, fer longer than yer n' my lifetimes, Th' Junkers o' Inverness an' the Molly MacGuires o' bonny Dublin been like brothers.
Dinnae matter whever 'tis th' Republic, th' Seps, Le Tene, or more recently, th' Garda, 'tis always been 'at way.
Congress an' th' Molls aint ne'er afore this 'ere day had us a squabble. Arm in arm we marched, an drank, an' poached the fields o' Athenry.
Hell, me own pilot Robert Murphy 'ere uster be onna Colin Breen's right 'and men, boyo! *Murphy nods grimly from the helm station, his Black Watch sash still worn across his chest*
An though 'e works fer me, ye willnae find a stronger Molly an' spokesman for ye'z.
I understand loyalty an' all tha' but what of tradition, aye?
Mr. Breen an' them wha' come before ye n' me would spit bleedin' nails ter hear some Junker got taxed by a Molly. Discount or nae.
*Finn smiles, opens his hands*
If ye lads, need cash, all ye gots do is arsk a friend. I'll bloody GIVE it to ye'z.
But dinnae go takin' it by force off long time friends, lads.
Oi'm sorely dissapointed, Oi am.
Now, seems in this 'ere Long-Hon_Silver chap, ye've some bugger wha' already got th' Congress' arse burned once't wif 'is carelessness, an' we done forgived 'im.
As friends do.
Howe'er, if revisitin' a two thousand year old pact be yer game, we can look into it, though our ancestors be a turnin' in their graves.
Ta think, an Irishman taxin' a Scot, while both live under th' boot o' the crown. *spits on the floor*
Make an old man bloody cry, 'twould.
Oi do 'ope ye lads rethink this 'ere bluster n' muster. A row'n runction isnae called for 'ere. Nae even a bit.
.:j:.
Congressman Tim Finnegan
Adjudicator, Inverness
Coileach an Taobh Tuath
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From: Johnathan Sanders, Independent Miners Guild
To: Mr. Clark
CC: Channel
Subject: Molly tax
Gentlemen,
How the Mollies treat their guests in the Dublin system is really none of IMG's concern - but a word of advice. If you intend to challenge them, bring an army. A large one.
That will be all.
- Johnathan Sanders
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// I see the original post is edited. Originally it was addressed to IMG as well.
Wide awake in a world that sleeps, enduring thoughts, enduring scenes. The knowledge of what is yet to come.
From a time when all seems lost, from a dead man to a world, without restraint, unafraid and free.
Mostly retired Discovery member. May still visit from time to time.
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Oy!
Who said anythign aboot challengin' 'em?
Th' Mollies n' Junkers be longtime friends.
Oid arsk ye ta keep th' fire oot o' th' wasp's nest an' quit stirrin' th' pot, aye?
Oi'm tryin ter 'ave an adult conversation wif me brethren, thankee.
Bloody miners, ye'd love ter see a war so'z ye can increase yer profits.
Well nae on my watch lad.
Bretonia will burn to arshes afore I raise a 'and against me neigbors.
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Snice t hear tha from ye Finn, wha aint s nice is tha ye lettin eejits like this "Delight" run into OUR system.
A Congressman who don know about molly tax?! If I were t come t yer pub, drink ye piss, eat ye food, an then walk on outta there wiout payin, how fard I get afore I took a tazer t the back?
Now I know mollys are disorganised as a stag night in a nunnery, but I thought you lot were sposed t be smart?
This fella don seem smart at all, hes referin t ye like common civillians f fecks sake! Dye think I'd charge half price f any random Civillian?!
That said, aye, praps we should have some formal agreement wi ye bout taxin an all, but jaesus, whatd we leave BMM for if we still got all this fekkin paperwork t do? I would spected you lot t be able t figure it out, an not send some eejit like this "Delight".
Anyhow, I spose I'll try an get onto t council bout it, when I got a moment, meantime, don send "Delight" back here till he grows a fekkin brain, who knows what e might do.
P.S. Wernt exactly fekkin subtle when e started callin f backup, I look stupid? What'd e reckon Id think when e suddenly goes silent on me? If it wernt f my friendship f the congress, he be floatin in a vacuum right there!
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Aye,
wha' did ye leave BMM fer if ye be nae better than 'em? Abusin' friendships, an all.
Oi mean who th' ruddy hell ye think runs ye food n' supplies ta precious Arranmore, an' Lisburn. Mull n' Belfast? Surely aint th' Outcasts. Nor th' Bretons, aye?
Ye see any other friends like us Junkers wha' lets ye lot use Trafalgar, an' Invergordon when th' heats on in Newcastle or bonny Dublin?
Any o' them 'friends' ye can mention only be usin' ye lot for thier own ends only, can ye nae see this?
We 'ardly even work Dublin, mate. Just a few o' th' more randy Congerssmen, aye.
Now, noone said ye couldnae tax Junkers, it's just th' .:j:.Congress wha' gots me up in a wad.
Tell ye wha, How bout I toss me old mate Dara O'Gara a cool hundred mil to split between you lot?
Share some 'twixt th' Seps, LeTene, e'en th' Garda, e'en the indies.
Ye think tha'll buy us some bloody clear skies then?
Oi mean...ye lot would hae yer kilts in a twist should we start taxin' ye ter land on our bases, aye?
So do put some thought to this 'ere. As friends, while 'at friendship lasts, Oi beg o' ye some calm thought.
Oil'll be sendin' along a pallet o' kegs of our finest Invergordon Black Ale, fer ye ta mull it o'er.
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Sah Finnegan, ai must apologize fer mah words. They were not aimed at ye.
Ye are correct, when the Republic was strong, half of these so-called Mollys tha' fly today would hae swung from the gallows-tree fer croimes against the Republic.
But the Republic is nae more, an' ai am the last of the Old Guard.
Ai am alone, an' must appease the Council.
Breen's dream is all but dead, kept alive only by an old man, an' too many Mollys hae turned from The Cause to tyranny or piracy.
Let it go, Tim, an know tha' ne'er again shall a Molly cry for freedom or the death of his enemies.
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And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword! =END ATTACHMENTS=
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Did I hear ye right mate? 100mill?
Ahem, now ye talkin!
Like I said I rekon itd be no bad thing t sort out a deal tween us, show all them bastards we CAN be a proper nation, no jus fightin ALL the time.
But I'm jus a simple soldier, ye probly wanna talk t Ryan Dole leader o the Garda, he seems t be around most, or praps Andy, leader o the MS, though he aint here so often, if ye wanna sort the real deal. As f La Tene, they aint bin seen, and they got nuttin t do wi Dublin by their own damn admission! (Barley Mollys in MY pinyon...) So don worry ye head wi em.
P.S. Ye disregard f ye Junker indies don do much f ye in my book.
P.P.S. Rush, ye liable t make me cry if ye keep up wi that.
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