A onerstoun, so dis are sum really guid nuis fur me, A'm headin' roight naw, streight to Arranmore an do report tae someone like'ye wrote.
Speakin' aboot the ship'n credits - it took me a couple of yers to get'm, bot 'm not really attached to dem, loike they say'n Newgaete - Mony a mickle macks a muckle, bot dinnae merry fur it. So a' could invest em' in ai foighter class vessel, bot'm no professional if id goes to waepons'n armoery so a'm gonnae need ye hand an' one or twoe words aboot this, an deh naew ship. Bot'a think we could handle dis on S.K.Y.P.3 - gonne provide deh protocol as soon as 'm arravin on Arranmore. Same go's fer de trainin' bot a think it should be a'roight. Can't promise ye that 've gonn'a bee'n ace in a day or two bot a'l be hoachin' with dis, at least failing means yer playin.
A've need to split sum "sair" ship 'n catch one of their pod's, maeybe one of dos rats know somethin' more aboot Liam... a've know dis can be a hopeless situaetion, bot loike 've said, a need to find 'im even dead... bot there's nothin a can doe fer now.
So Leddy O'Driscoll thenk ye fer yer answaer, an' a would sae - see yer efter at Arranmore.
