To Junker Congress

[Primitive]

***Incoming transmission***
Comm ID : Mickey O'Neil
Location : Devils' Caravan

Oi heard them shot ya lad, are ye ok ? I don't wonna promise the lads entertainment if ye're plannin' on dying to me. Ye know ye kind of grew to me hearth, at least if yer old as ye said yer old, ye'll have to learn few more tricks, aye. But ye sound bloody young lad, anyway if ye need new ship I'll buy it fer ya, it wouldn't be a bloody huntin' if ye were driftin in yer pod around. Oi tell ya what, I'll even join the huntin' meself, oi love some old school rabbit shooting. Ye know like me pop used to say : "Catchin' a bullet is easier then cathin' a rabbit".

[Doc Holliday]

Going through some files in his private chambers aboard Med Force One, Doctor Holliday's door signal goes off

"Come," he says as he remotely unlocks the sliding door. A courier runs in.
"Doctor, I was told to hand you this report since you shut your com system off," he said as he handed a report to him.
"Thank you," he said with a busy expression, "that will be all."
As the courier leaves, he reads the report from his good friend Arbiter Jack Crow. Medical reports on many Junker Congress members after savage attacks by a pirate. He sits up straight and turns his com on and sends off a quick message to Arbiter Crow.

"Hey, Jack. I just got the report on your men. I am sending a medical team to evaluate them. I do hope for them it is a wasted trip in that they are found to be OK. Hopefully this.....Roger Claymore....doesn't shoot down their transport in the process. Good medical professionals are hard to find."

-Doc out.

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[MFE]Med Force One | Tales of Recovery|Med Force Enterprises

[Tomtomrawr]

[color=#FFCC33]Roger Claymore

Don't worry 'bout me Mickey, I'll be alright. Ya know, I think a piece o' one o' ya friends got caught in ma engine, musta done somethin' to ma ship when tha merc arrived. Oh, 'nd 'e got a lucky shot with 'is Snack.

Oh, 'nd I wouldn't botha havin' any illusions 'bout capturin' me. Ma escape pod 'as 'bout thirty rockets attached to it which give me six hundred metres a second o' thrust for twenty-ish seconds. Trust me, ya learn that it's best ta prepare ya escape more than ya attack afta thirty years o' piratin'.

Oh, 'nd don't worry 'bout me takin' any prisoners. I just leave 'em in their pods, cos then they 'ave tha best chance o' bein' rescued by their ship remains. That's right, I ain't a monsta as ya so totally believe. I ain't gonna stop ya treatin' ya wounded, or stoppin' any supplies o' them sorts comin' to ya. I ain't a monsta.

But I ain't got no problem with woundin' or killin' anyone who wants to do that ta me. If they wanna kill me, then it's their fault when they go up in a ball o' flames.

Ya merc got lucky with 'is shot, but it won't 'appen 'gain. 'nd I 'ope ta see ya soon lad.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.

[Hawk]

****Incoming Transmission****
****Comm ID: Arbiter Jack Crow****
****Location: Yanagi****

Mr. Claymore,

this is a private channel and the communication was addressed to my people. I don't know how you ever found your way in here but you can find your way out. If you want to continue your little feud with Mr. O'Neil, please take it to another channel.

Crow Out

****End Transmission****

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[Tomtomrawr]

[color=#FFCC33]Roger Claymore

'ey Crow.

Ya know, this channel was quite easy to gain access to. First o' all, Mickey doesn't 'ave a bloody Enigma machine, or whatever's tha best encryption machine around is called. Second, in thirty years o' piracy ya pick up some stuff on 'ow ta hack transmissions. 'nd trust me, this one wasn't 'ard ta hack cos o' tha first point.

Course ya could always try'n make a new transmission ta discuss what ta do with me without maself seein' it. If ya actually put some decent encryption on it then I probably wouldn't be able ta see it. Then ya can 'ave ya precious privacy.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.