*Yanagi Station, Sigma 13*
*Tim Finnegan stands in full Gordon dress kilts*
Top o' th' mornin' to ye'z, Mollys o' Dublin.
*nods, hands behind his back*
Tim Finnegan, Coileach an Taobh Tuath and Adjudicator Inverness, atcher service lads n' lasses.
As a bloodline Scotsman, long time friend, ally, an' patron o' th' Mollys, I ask upon a two-thousand year old friendship o' Celts for a moment of yer time.
*begins to pace*
Y'see th' Junkers Congress, me mates, hae got ourselves a wee problem in Kusari an' the Kempetai.
Knowin' tha' ye lads are nae friends o' these rotters, Oi'd like ter offer ye first blood.
A counting of coup, as t'were.
I'll keep it simple.
*grins toothily*
Kill me some Kempetai. Lots o' Kempetai.
Kusari Royal Navy while ye be at it.
Ye let me know when ye kill a rat an' Ill pay fer any refits, plus a sizeable bonus.
Aye an' Ill inundate ye lot with cases an' kegs o' Invergordon Black Ale, an fine Scotch Wheskey from our nul-grav stills in orbit o' Cannish in th' bargain.
*spreads arms in a shrug*
An' if they dinnae present themselves easily to ye'z, ye lot come on o'er to Yanagi Station in Sigma 13, as my guests, an' Kill some o' these worms in thier own dirt.
I'll see to it ye be treated like visitin' dignitaries, Junker style.
I'll see to a Congress escort as well.
We be hae'in a wee party out there, huntin' Kusar swine till they squeal - which is all bloody day long, so, rather, till they stop squealin'!
*grins a toothy grin*
T'any rate - Consider this ere a sort of bounty twixt us Celts, aye?
Ye kill Kusari swine an' let me know, an' I'll rain gifts upon ye like ye ne'er afore seen.
P'raps th' Congress could even offer a few Dublin patrols in your name, as trade, in the bargain, aye?
*crosses arms, smiles hugely*
Ye lot just let me know how ye' like ter play it, aye?
Oi await yer word.
.:j:.
Congressman Tim Finnegan - Adjudicator Inverness
Coileach an Taobh Tuath
Tim, tis Pat McGroin ere,
Kusari eh!, gettin a might bored shootin up em BMM lads so i mights pop o'er tae Yanagi fir a spell if thars alrite.
Ill bring me Ptrans to shift some gear fer you lads i tink.
Ev'nin De're gents dis' be Capt'n O'Harris ah' D'green Goliath Scylla Destroyer Brother of Garda Officer Danny O'Harris.
I'oll happily Travel t Sigma's To help ye's mess up some Slantys Day. I heard through d' grape voine About summat' bad happening Looks Loike' You Fellahs take Action, I lioke dat. oI look Forwar'h t ye reply dere lads !
Harris out.
*spills beer on the cockpit* ..Ahh ballax........SIgnal lost::.
Commsstatus: Reopened.
Location : Yanagi depot
I'ts me again well oI managed t' get here but not as well as oI Ope'd, oI was passing thru' too the New berlin system When some nosey daumman escort got on me tail, so oI told him to stay outta me business and continued to yanagi. He followed then as oI turned up at yanagi there was a bounty hunter out there, asking more questions. So i said the same thing again, oI docked and got fed and watered 'den oI waited outside the depot for a bit. Then some slantys showed up, first a bomber then a destroyer. The destroyer fired the first shot, oI thought it would just be the kusarian's who'd engage me but they All attacked i had no choice but to get everyone to the pods and jump straight to yanagi. oI have a Guncam of the other parties involved. *sighs* oI told daumman not to get involved a few times , they didn't listen.
Mornin me ole' chap, ye got the Garda behind ye back the KNF's been stickin there nose too far inteh dublin tell let this en pass, i'll send word aroun n make sure few o me lads get up teh assist yer!
Oh n pull me a pint will ye, i'll be piloting [Garda]One (Garda's Main Destroyer) wa some mollys call, The Beast o' The Pack!
I'll be roundin up some otha Molly folk an pass on the message fer ye..
--- ID --- Ciaran.Quinn ---Rank---Commander/Second Leader
==Incoming Message ===
Greetings Our Local Congress Man,
I'm here at your station in Yanagi in yer office sendin this teh ye, Just teh let you know the Garda's arrived n The Stations 10k Space is under Molly Heavily Armed Capitals and Fighters Defence Flatform
Just teh let you know the Picture yer about teh see was taken from the Cock-pit of the Legendary [Garda]One Destroyer
Let me show yer the evidence ==Pausing Message===
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The Congress teh let it be known the [Garda] has paid alot of money teh get enough H-Fuel up there so fast in such a length o time o the Emergancy Call Just over 12Hours for the Fleet Movement, so it be by request ya send a reasonable amount a money be sent back teh our base in Arranmore for the re-supply for when we get ome ye see, ye can send the credits teh
[Garda]Bank
Let it be known tha whilst tha Garda is up there keep ye beer flowin ensure ye get 10 Barrels a wine delivered there A.S.A.P for the boss's hq or he'll be angry at cha!
Sure ye can geh that for us in a sort period o time we did!
*Bridge of the Claymore.O'Gordon*
*Location redacted*
Ah me boyos!
ye Molly lot make an' ol' Scot's heart sing, an' sure.
Oi ken ye lot hae docked at Yanagi, they already be screamin' fer more ale! *guffaws*
Oi'm on me way there wif a pallet o' the finest Scotch wheskey this side o' Terra.
Save room fer it.
*smiles toothily*
Now, on ter business.
'Ere's some pay for ter get yer fuel bill an' some ordinance covered, Oi dinna want this comin' oot'a yer pockets 'tall.
An' me Congress lads promise ye'll see similar deposits from many o' them as well.
Our gratitude is nigh more'n we can tell ye lads.
Now tha' ye be at Yanagi pub... Whirl yer whiskey 'round like blazes! Thanam ahn Dhul we'll give them Kusaris Hell!
*Bridge of the Claymore O'Gordon*
*Location Redacted*
*Finnegan paces the bridge, brow furrowed*
Lads n' lasses o' th' great Molly nation.
Oi come t'ye a wee bit shagrined. An' by nae fault but me own. *continues pacing*
When Oi arsked ye lot fer some o' yer fightin' Irish ta come join us fer a Kusar stompin' in Sigma 13, Oi dinnae 'spect ye lot ter bring th' whole Shilaelaugh. *grins*
Though I rightly should hae. In fer a penny, aye?
Well, Oi p'raps should hae been a bit more specific, in tha' wha we really needed were some o' yer gunboats n' snubcraft, an' ye lads magic bleedin' touch wif 'em.
Y'see, th' majority o' what we be seein' in th' way o' Kusar scrap is bombers, with one or two o' them winged eyesores o' gunboats thrown in fer vomitous measure.
P'raps th' Jolly Green Giant be a bit much, aye?
*turns to the screen, spreads his tattood arms wide*
Aye tha' be wha' brings me 'ere ter, with egg on me face, arsk ye ter withdraw yon beastie from Yanagi, as th' Rheinland buggers got thier tails in a twist o'er th' presence o such a lovely ship showin' up thier own ugly monstrosities an' all.
Ye lads be makin' them sausage-eaters a wee jealous, an' th' Reichstag isnae too 'appy aboot it.
T' any rate, Oi'll cover th' cost o' relocatin' yon glorious Destroyer, wha'er tha' be. *nods sagely*
Aye an' one more favor if I may so impose.
An' this one in trade fer some .:j:.Congress vessels runnin' patrol in bonny Dublin toot suite, an' at nae charge, ter be sure them skies be clean whislt ye be away.
Wha' Oi'd arsk, is tha' ye lot refrain from engagin' nary but th' yellow Kusari swine whilst in th' Sigmas, aye?
Congress hae friends n', well, non-enemies in lotsa places, an' we're loathe ter tick off't any more.
Specially them herr-balls, aye? Th' sausage-packers specifically.
Ye can understand this Oi hopes.
*Smiles evilly*
Now. Ef ye wan' take yer time in leavin' Yanagi space, Oi'll nae be put off't. An' ef ye happen ter crush a few Kusari swine on th' way, well, me pocketbook be open to ye lot, aye?
T'any rate, me boyos, thanks fer th' work already done, an' Oi sincerely do 'ope ter be seein' more o' ye lads enjoyin' th' Junker hospitality o' Yanagi Station right soon.
Oi've layed oot some bloody fine Scotch an' Ale at th' pub, ef Oi do say so meself.
An' the barstaff been instructed, 'Molly tabs be on th' hoose'.
.:j:.
Congressman Tim Finnegan - Adjudicator Inverness
Coileach an Taobh Tuath