The Buccaneers Bay

[Wolfs Ghost]

"Hey....hey!" Thomas shouted, running towards his Waran. "What the bloody 'ell ye chaps think yer doin'?" He shouted again sliding to a stop.

"Well, Buccaneer...if you must know we're changing your weapons out."
"Changin' me weapons? I didn't want me weapons changed!" He shouted again taking the nearest object and tossing it across the room.

A nearby Prospect ducked out of the way, letting the object crash to the ground. After a few seconds of pausing the Prospect quickly hurried over to Thomas. "Lieutenant." the lass said calmly. "My group found a few of those weapons stockpiled on Leeds, we thought you chaps up here would need them."

Thomas glanced from his ship to the girl, who was about three years younger than him. "Oh, and who gave ye the right t' screw with my ship? Sure as 'ell wasn't me."

The Prospect gulpped a bit and stood straight. "With all due respect, Lieutenant. We're following the Captain's orders. He wanted us to change out all the Bomber weapons."

Thomas hesitated and stepped back. "Well...ye...ye get right t' that then." He mumbled, "I'll be in the Bay." He slouched over slightly and started out of the hanger.

---