A Concerned Buccaneer to King Sparta

[Wolfs Ghost]

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Comm ID: Thomas Anderson

We've been doin' our usual run t' and from Crete, as always. Normal piratin' has been stayin' in Leeds.

That idiot that claims t' be an Elder decided it was alright t' demand what we were doin' in Omicron Gamma, as I've explained t' the old fart, we've been runnin' food t' ye chaps and artifacts back t' Bretonian space for distributation. Oh, and I did that with the utmost respect, until he started pissin' me off.

So in other words, we haven't been harassin' anyone. It's ye chaps harassin' us.

Also, a bloody Border World Light Fighter doesn't count as bein' a bloody Outcast vessel! Would ye chaps be happy if we started usin' yer fighters? No, ye wouldn't, the only fighter open t' us on the market without usin' those crappy civilian ships is the bloody Border World line. So get that crap about it bein' Outcast out of yer head. It's a bloody Buccaneer ship if we're usin' it.

Last, this isn't about a bloody OPG bein' in Leeds, this is about ye blokes keepin' t' yer part of the deal. Which so far has failed, on yer side. The Buccaneers have yet t' go int' Gamma guns blazin'. We maybe pirates but we're not bloody morons. The fact here is ye blokes harassin' us, and ye know us Ivan. Ye know us well enough t' know we'd defend our interests and not harm one of our vital supplin' lines.

But whatever, ye chaps want t' do a disservice t' yer nation, then so be it. The Cap'n will know what t' do when ye decide t' open fire on our transports after the hospitality we've given t' ye chaps.

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