The Privateer's Way

[Rubber_Duck]

McAstin was sitting in the darker part of the room, hiding behind the smoke of his cigarette, a tall glass of scotch in his fingers.

The recent developments left some impressions to him, both the war with Rheinland, and the Gallics, beginning to roar in Sirius. Something needs to be done, of course. Something needs to be done. Bretonia needs to remain strong, and everybody knows, that her majesties most dilligent interdiction wing has a share of this.

*We are the most dilligent* he thought to himself. *The name isn't far fetched. So we need to stay operative.*

He waves the smoke away, and stands up. "Gentlemen, I'm not a fan o' votings. We don' vote, we rant. We roar. We... " He takes a short break, and a deep breath. "We inspect other shippers cargo hol's. Arrr. I agree, that situation is special. If I'm forced to vote..." He faces the duke. "My vote goes to Wright. I'm thristy, 'n need a new scotch."
He gulps down the rest of his glass.

"Gentlemen, let's finish this quickly. Some transports yell to be inspected. And the war effort yells for their cargo."

James McAstin sits down again, being glad of having a new scotch, and not having said too much.

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