Xeno Alliance communications (iRP) (FO)

[Jihadjoe]

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COMM ID: Jack Tar.
SUBJECT: Patrol log

*Scratching noise followed by unexplainable high pitched screeching comes from the comms equipment*

Well I'll be danged, I think I'm a-getting the hang of how t'be a-usin' this ol' thing now!
Well Incase ya didn't know this is Ol' Jack agin' just tellin' ya what I have a-been up to.

I got a lil' bit ill a few days ago, which sure did put me back on ma patrollin', but that Diamondback, he sure is an understandin' kinda guy. He jus' said "Now dun' you be worryin' yersel' Jack" he says to me "You bein' ill ain't no great loss to tha XA" well I was a findin' them words most reasurin' 'cos I dun wan' t'be a-puttin' no one out y'see.
But before I wus put in ma bed by that goshdurn illness, I wus flyin' about in the Ol' capitol of what should be our proud ol' nation. There ain't no people no finer than them libertonians is what I say... No sir-eee... Well back on what I wus a-talkin about see.

I was a flyin' about with ma good ol' friend Spear in New York y'see, jus' talkin' 'bout the Ol' days, and sayin' how the Ol' country be a goin' down the ol' you-know-what.

now while we wus a flyin' about we was a seein' that ol' lawdog mr John talon on our sensors, so we was a thinkin' heck, there two of us an' theres only one 'o' him, so we went and attacked him see. Well I soon found out that I wasn't abou' t'be a-doin' much damage in ma little hawk, purdy as she be though, bless her, lil' ol Mary, heck I dus be a-lovin ma ship I tells ya.

But anyways, we wus attackin' him, and then Ol' Black Mamba came along, an' we were findin' outrsel's a winnin' the ol' fight y'see... An' then something real odd kinda happened. Suddenly everythin' moved apart real fast, like unnatural see. and then I passed out... an' found mysel' back on Ouray Base! Now I dun' know how this was a-happenin' but it did I tells ya, Spear was tellin' me that is wus an Ion storm, whatever that be...

And jus' t'day I was a flyin' roun' in Colorado with a one of the good people (one o' us) called Averace, just talkin to some traders that I wus a-thinkin needed t'be a-givin' us all their cargo. When an ol' loon called Edward Morris turned up an' before I could even look t'see who he was, he just blasted Ol' Mary and left me fer dead a-floatin' in ma escape pod.

Well.. That be about all I been up to in them recent times...
I still am a-hopin' am a-doin' you proud sirs.

Jack out
Now how dus ya a-turn it off agin'?

*Weird screeching noice on comms resumes until it suddenly cuts off*

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