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[Rab Rintoul]

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LOG ENTRY OF: Captain Rab Rintoul, Dublin Republic Patrol Vessel DR)-RPV-Edinburgh
Location: En route to Foyle Shipyard from Manchester
Subject: A Big Prize!

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Awrite pals, ah wull also blether pure weird juist sae ye kin ken me.

T:

Friends, brothers, colleagues that I grant access to my log. It has come to my attention that sometimes when I speak normal Sirian some can struggle with understanding the full extent of the messages I am trying to get across. Communication is important, I would hate it for important details to get lost in translation. When I have the time therefore, I will try attempt to use automatic translation software such as this and also include a rough conversion into one of the strange Sirian dialects some of you seem to communicate in.

Loads days ago ah teuk mah crew oan th' Scylla tae Manchester tae ... Raise funds ... Fur th' Dublin Republic fae passing generous traders. Atween oor friendlty stops we heard a short range transmission that wis barely registering . Some Evans fellow , wi' a bizzare accent , trying tae reach some fancy Brets cops or something asking fur hulp .

Ah cuid nae hawp mah een whin we git closer - an adrift bit fully intact Bretonian Battlecruiser juist floating thare! Th' transmittion said th' morons hud a brawl oan boord or something 'n' th' even bigger morons fae th' Bret Airmie or Cops or whitevur ne'er bothered tae tak' thair ship back.


Weel wha is guid ol' captain Rab Tae baillie! Dinnae keek a gift horse horse in th' geggy as thay say?
In we gang we blew th' airlock open - 'n' it gets even better! Thare wis na resistance oan boord, juist a few beat up Libertonians fur some reason that escapes mah understanding.
Easiest hijacking in mah lee if ah micht say.

Efter keekin it ower th' ship in a bonny ill shape, a dinnae ken whit wis happening bit it seems thare wis a lot o' internal damage dane even afore we busted th' thing open. An' a', needless tae say, me 'n' mah crew aren't exactly talented sparks that wid be able tae juist run th' damn fancy thing anyways. If ah cuid compare mah Scylla tae that Battlecruiser thing, it wid be lik' comparing a B&B in a Leeds slum, god rest thair soul, tae yin o' thaim fancy Orbital Spa 'n' Cruise hotels as ah imagine thaim.

Ah dae nae ken whit tae dae wi' th' thing, bit we sure as hell ur nae goin awa it 'ere! We pat a few guys oan boord, cried a tae mukkers alang wi' mah scylla crew 'n' we wull huv a go tae tow th' thing tae Foyle Shipyard, mibbie thay wull ken whit tae dae wi' it.

T:

T: Several days ago when raising funds for the DR from local generous traders in Manchester we have registered a short range transmission from some Evans fellow, speaking in a bizzare hard to understand accent. I couldn't believe my eyes what we saw when we went closer to investigate!

An adrift but intact Bretonnian Battlecruiser with just just a few beat up Libertarians in board, along with one tied up person sedated person that seemed very familiar. Long story short, easiest hijacking of my life.

Now, there seems to have been some struggle on board, there are large amounts of internal damage. Also the thing is very fancy, I don't exactly know what to do with it , but we sure as hell aren't leaving it just there for the Brets to find. We put a few guys on board, towed behind my Scylla and we are en route to Foyle - maybe they will know what to do with it.

As tae th' Libertonian crew oan boord - we answered thair ca' fur hulp a' richt. Th' Evans guy that wis cawin fur hulp kicked it whin we blew th' bridge doors open, 'n' we released th' rest tae space, 'n' ur taking th' guy Libertonians tied up wi' us - He micht prove useful.

T

T: As the to Libertonians on board - we answered their call for help all right. The Evans person kicked if when we blew the bridge doors wide open, we spaced the rest and are taking with us the oddly familiar person the Libertonians tied up - he might just yet prove useful.

As tae th' transponder o' th' ship? LNS-Scotland. Bit nae fur lang.

Rintoul oot

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