Secured Congress Transmission

[TFinnegan]

Top o' th' mernin' Arbiter.
This mernin' me bonny Claymore departed Invergordon Docks a' full-bore.
Murph 'ere tried t' hail Admiral Malrone, but 'e were nae answered in due 'aste, so we aye took th' back door through bloody Liberty.

*grins, winks, raises a pintglass*

Tweren't but a few hours an' we was bear'n doon on San Juan, full alert.
-Nae sign o' th' squids, must've took off't a'runnin'.

We be docked a' San Juan fer a wee wrench on th' Claymore's turret trackin' systems.
Seems 'at assault on Poirate Bay bleedin' Beltsy done tore up some capacitors.
Sinclair's see'n t' tha' noo.
Yon 'ardware'll be atcher service afore th day's up, Boss.

So lad,
...join me at th' San Juan Tavern fer a pint or three, aye?
*smiles toothily*

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