To Junker Congress

[TFinnegan]

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*** Clan Gordon Offices ***
*** Invergordon Station, Inverness ***

Top o' th' mernin' to ye'z lads!
*friendly grin*
Aye an' sure 'tis a foine bit o' luck wha' brings ye buggers to me comms.
Ye Mols n' we 'Nessies been friends since afore either of us 'as born, an' Oi look forward ter continuin' in tha' direction longs Oi've breath in me lungs.

To tha' effect, Oi've a proposal wha' ye'z can consider at yer liesure.
*steeples fingers*
Oi've go' me a pair o' Recyclers 'ere in me docks wha' just come o'er from Arecaibo. They're so ruttin' new they've still go' packin' peanuts crammed in th' cerners. As I've yet to consign pilots to 'em, I'd like ter offer them's two up to ye lot, in return fer a solid price on Gold Ore for Congress.

-Me thoughts would be summin' in th' realm o' 3300 per unit, an' free docking rights at Arranmore, Mull, an' Lisburn.

'Course this is negotiable, aye.

Now, I does worry sommmin' firece wha' the Baffers gon' say ef ye'z come at 'em lot wif our hardware, but I can explain 'at as needs be. Bein' a member o' Parliament 'as its advantages.

Also, another element wha' I'd like ter put to th' bargainin' table, we've some recent troubles wif th' bloody Reavers an' other such unscrupulous riff-raff. Now, Oi aint gon' arsk ye'z t' adjust yer own politics n allies, but I would arsk tha' Congress vessels inside Dublin 'ave priority defense against such troubles whilst in yon skies.

Ef these terms are to yer likin', I can hae me ships delivered to ye'z afore ye can say "Ellie MacGuire".
Oi looks ter me comms fer yon reply.

In th' Brotherhood o' th' Celts, an' friendship to boot,

.:j:.
Congressman Tim Finnegan
-Coileach an Taobh Tuath-
Director of Operations: Bretonia

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