I will be reportin' ta the Mast for possible Corporal Punishment for the followin' infractions:
Bein' out of position;
Placin' my Ship in needless jeapordy;
Mopery wit Intent to Gawk.
'Tis a long tale, and not given as excuse, but as realizin' the errors of me ways.
I was down in the South updatin' weps, shields 'n such, and spent bloody near all me funds in the doin'. On the way back ta home port, I got a bit too greedy ag'in, and while scavengin' in Omega-11, got pulled towards that pesky sun. By time I managed to free myself, I was damaged for good 'n all, and way beyond the depth of my purse to be puttin' the damage right.
Well, then I figgers to go up into Liberty space 'n find some low fruit hangin' which could improve my condition. Met some nice lubbers at Buffalo 'n Rochester; but it was slow goin' on fillin' the purse again. 'Bout that time, I notice a squawk from the "Davey" down in Stuttgart, and knows I'm in for the stewpot for bein' way up in Liberty; but Davey was busy with other matters, and doesn't respond when I asks 'im if I can break 'n do a bit of schmoozin' & recruitin' with a bitty little flyer there. 'Tween that, 'n helpin' a Biiiig Outcast tub recover a mortar that came un-rigged, I was way past the Mopin' and inta the Gawkin'.
I may hae made a coupla nice future contacts for the Crew, but ag'in, I ain't excusin', just reportin' the what and where of it.
Current status: ship repaired. proceedin' back to Bretonia space unless black-balled or directed otherwhere.
<span style="font-family:Trebuchet Ms">Brotherhood of Light ~ Grenoble ~ Belfast