A vey chagrined Chijin entered the bar. Too early to drink, the pilot shambled over to the Gaggio for coffee.
"Bloody Hell! On my way to the opening, and lose three ships. The Treasury office will not be pleased."
*Sip your coffee and calm down, Chijin-san. Tell Sophie your woes.*
"It appears we now have Xenos and Corsairs ganging up to crow and puff about. A 'Sair gunboat was shooting up the populace then moved into Shikoku. Vessel type unknown, so I responded in my Chimaera. Bloody gunboat as it turns out. Our friend from the SA Joe Davis had already engaged the blighter. I was nearly useless in the fight, having a few starkiller torps and screamer mines to contribute, along with the pieces of three fighters...."
*You need something in that slot, Sensei.. perhaps a loan from the Roppongi Rousters..?*
"Heh.. if command will even allow it. I suppose it's our lot in life to be undergunned. The really irksome thing is that Xeno lout Prospector smelled blood and came sniffing about again, making it totally one-sided. Joe finally showed good sense and withdrew as well. When he shows up, his entire tab for the weekend is on me. I owe him that much at least..."
*Alright, Chijin. Done. If you can afford three new ships in a day, I suppose you're good for his tab. Now, bloody cheer up. Don't be dragging the mood of my Opening down, old Fool!*