I have resived word that a very good frind of mine has died in the servise of you and your crew. ...snippage... I look forward to serving under you
Lord Methos out
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Sancho squawkin' Lord Methos:
Sorry ta hear o' yer loss, Mate. I was just gettin' to know yer friend through th' comms, tho had not the honor o' a personal meet yet, nor ta fly his wing. We'll try yez out some, before sendin' ya packin'...
Squawkin' Davey 'n Cid:
Yer Worships,
This be yet another example o' them limeys bushwhackin' our mates. Betwixt those slimey neighbors, 'n the SF flouncin' around as iffen they's the Queen's own tax collectors, I'm thinkin' it be time for a Council o' War. It's either we get our bloody heads t'gether on this'n, or be picked off one at a time. I meself was twirlin' the comms 'n caught a brief spurt from some SF Poof about trackin' yer own Sancho in Newcastle. Newcastle! By the Banshees, that be me home! And if them Poofs think they can be in m' yard without so much as a "by yer leave", then I sez they got another think a'comin'! Let's call in a few markers from about the System... squawk them Outcast boys o'er at Cape Wrath. I'd say call the Yaks, but seems they can't e'en keep ther own Squires safe.
What is goin' on?? It seems that trollop Eris that Light was goin' on about is already havin' 'er way in Sirius... Discord indeed! Maybe She's got the way of it after all.....
Sadly,
Sancho
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