Log entry, Sirius Date, 03/02/08, Bretonian Police Captain Bruce Scott
My, My, what and interesting three days this has been. The services on board the Molly cruiser, the Patriot are, well shall we say, lacking? The best they have given me is writing materials, no computer logs! Other than that there are some BBC biscuits, but NO, yes NO tea. I can't believe this, this is equivelent of war crimes! Atleast I have been able to explore the ship to a certain extent. The Mollies recongize my skill and cunning and always have a few guards watching me. But, I have learned a valuable piece of info that I overheard one of the guards talking about. The Patriot's bottom side has only one gun on it! I can only hope I could get this info to my boys back in the BPA somehow, lets hope these Mollies guarding me get drunk.
Log entry, Sirius Date, 03/03/08, Bretonian Police Captain Bruce Scott
Guess what? STILL no tea! When I get rescued or escape, I really need to pass this on, Mollies doing things equivelent to war crimes. I overheard something else today, the Molly guards were saying something about a possible Corsair invasion. I listened hard, but didn't hear much. My personal beliefs are, if this happens, we will need all the help we can get, even from the Mollies. I hear they would rather protect Bretonia from Corsair rule. Today the captain of the Patriot showed me the gun ports and mocked me saying that if my friends tried to come they would get ripped to pieces. My response?
"Well shorty, if your men could reach the targetting systems perhaps they could take down my boys!"
This sent me back to my cell rather quickly...perhaps I should avoid pissing him off in the future, midget though he may be.
Log entry, Sirius Date, 03/05/08, Bretonian Police Captain Bruce Scott
Interesting news! There was a Corsair incursion into our space today, I heard it was minor, the guards said just a Titan, but I was glad to hear that it heavily damaged the Molly fighter, Phobos near Arranmore. I wasn't sure if I was happy or not. During the times with these Mollies they really aren't as bad as I thought. Their tempers run a little high when you call them "short" though. But, my thoughts changed on this matter when I ate my ration of biscuits today. For the THIRD time I have gotten sick from a Kusarianese biscuit! Once I get out of here I am going to demand that the BBC be shut down, one for terrible quality control and two for letting these Mollies get their hands on the biscuits. But after I took a bite into the biscuit, it tasted weird so I looked at it, and lo and behold there was a note! I read it and it said this.
"I am onboard the Patriot, spying for the BPA, I have set charges in the cruise engine room, when they move you to Londonderry I will detonate them, keep your spirits up chap!"
Huh, to think that he would think I wasn't keeping my spirits up, indeed I thought my boys thought better of me. Anyway, I complained about the biscuit and the Mollies laughed! I now believe this is their doing, I am adding this to the list of their war crimes!
Log entry, Sirius Date, 03/10/08, Bretonian Police Captain Bruce Scott
At last I have escaped from the leprechauns. The spy onboard the Patriot was able to slay the guards next to my cell and get me out. He stole the access codes to all kinds of things. He told me that the bombs had been set in the cruise engine room, we had about 30 minutes to get offboard. We ran through the halls avoiding Mollies, heading towards the hangar. We made it, but ran into four more Mollies. The midgets were no match for both of us and they were soon all dead or knocked out. We used the access codes to board a Greyhound and flew it to New London. I was debriefed and I ran through the rain to the new convection restaurant, Christy's. Not only had I escaped but we had taken some technology and access codes from the Mollies. I also told Superintendant Lauderdale of the war crimes the Mollies commited, such as not given me clean biscuits. He laughed...unbelieveable!
Log entry, Sirius Date, 03/02/08, Bretonian Police Captain Bruce Scott
After the incident I recorded earlier, I ran across the rainy, bustling street and noticed a new place. Sunbucks, the sign on the window said, "First Bretonian store, grand opening." I walked in and immediatley saw several Libertonian looking people around, drinking tea and eating doughnuts and other Libertonian pastries. I turned back to the door with a disgusted look on my face and walked back to Christy's. I payed for the table and got more tea and biscuits, then continued with the paperwork.
Log entry, Sirius Date, 03/26/08, Bretonian Police Captain Bruce Scott
Bad news, the Union of Gold has reappeared. Worse yet, they have had the nerve to come into New London to sell green clover t-shirts! If those bloody independence mongers keep this up, I think we should step up our presence in Dublin. Eh, thats just me.
Anyway, that barbque stuff that Repex told me about, I tried it. My god how do Libertonians eat that stuff?!
Log entry, Sirius Date, 03/29/08, Bretonian Police Captain Bruce Scott
-This page of Scott's log is tear stained making it difficult to read-
Oh my god...no! My dog, Charlie the Scalded has died. Don't ask about the name...I came home from my mounds of paperwork at the office to find his dead body next to the food bowl. Inside the food bowl was...SEAWEED! The damned Kusarians! They did it again, now they try to attack my heart by killing my loved ones! I must stop this! Today I will call twenty-four hour secruity guards. But, after examining the rolled seaweed in Charles' bowl, I found a piece of paper in it. There was my name and adress with someone elses name on it. Someone I recongized all to well...Hazabachi Tokido, the man that was my friend before the war. We would happily fly around the Taus together. I read the letter.
To: Captain Bruce Scott
From: Hazabachi Tokido
Greetings old friend, this is some homegrown seaweed from the vast seas of Kyushu at home. This is some good stuff, dogs don't react well to it. Say, is Charles still alive? I remember you bringing him along in a flight to the Taus. Hah, I love that dog!
Your old friend,
Hazabachi Tokido
Then I realized what happened. The seaweed was delivered on the porch, Charles decided to get something to eat and went out the doggy door to get it. He is a smart and civilized dog, always did take food to his bowl. Poor Charles...well, at least I figured out what happened...I don't even want to write back right now. To much paperwork anyway...
