Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

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To: BAF Command
Comm. ID: Sir Andrew Stuart, Privateer CO

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Yahar!

I mean, yes, well, my good man, Flash, or Lieutenant Commander Finn Hopkins, however one likes it, have just returned from an extended foray into Kusari space.

Indeed, 'twere mighty interesting, our time in this exotic locale, as we made both strange friends and apparently fearsome enemies!

We were set upon by a hired rogue mercenary fellow, piloting a ramshackle ship, which I, of course, put down handily as good ol' Flash chased after some dastardly Zoner destroyer with a complainin' git at the helm, lightin' him up with good old fashioned Bretonian Antimatter!

As it were, we befriended another explorer in this benighted nation, a jovial Junker fellow, who was most happy to assist after the usual monetary pleasantries.

We also made the acquaitance of a charming Amazon warrior woman, too, a Golden Chrysanthemum, I would believe, who aided us in putting some form of robotic bounty hunter to flight! Truly a brave lassy, what with her being scantily clad in armour, it barely covering her lithe Scimitar's hull!

Anyway, Finn and I did our usual duties, plundering the local barbarians, educating them in the ways of civilisation, informing them that yes, in fact, we do have the best fruit, vegetables and tonic wines available in Bretonia, as well as some of the finest cigars, unlike those Kusari swine, who spend their time eating Man's best friend.

We helped ourselves to their heathen gold, and set off home, to purchase aforementioned Bretonian luxuries and to fill up Her Majesty's, Carina the First's, War Chest, to find that Reggie is Her Champion! Well, the brandy, port and quality cheeses are on me tonight!

Hooray indeed. So, in short, there were lasers and we robbed the dirty slant-eyed dogeaters. Reggie got honoured, there is a party planned. Yahar!

-Stuart out!

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