**** Incoming Transmission ****
From: Gran Canaria surface, district 4, building 12. Residence listed to one "Mark Owlton"
To: The bloody hotheads raining shells down on us
Subject: Don't need no stinkin' protection
Encryption: *crude attempt to configure the voice synth to max volume*
To all you frakkin' hotheads.
Get this. We dun' need no stinkin' protection. Next time ye Reds want to send us something, send us some vodka, or some of those, whaddaye call them hotties. Or send us a friggin' kiloton o' brooms so we can do some cleanin' once your ruddy ships are done rainin' fire. Lemme give yers a small lesson in GranCan politics. Sairs been on this planet fer years now. They love a good brawl, I'll give 'em that, but they ain't the frappin' savages you make em out ta be. Heck, most of 'em are farmers, like me.
Ye that interested in clobberin' Sair soldiers, go stomp around in Omega-5. We don't need that kind of *censored* *censored* bull*censored* over here.
Ye. I'm pissed. Rightly so.
**** Transmission Closed ****
Wide awake in a world that sleeps, enduring thoughts, enduring scenes. The knowledge of what is yet to come.
From a time when all seems lost, from a dead man to a world, without restraint, unafraid and free.
Mostly retired Discovery member. May still visit from time to time.
