Breen's fighter closed towards Chester jumphole... there was compleate silence, and even anti cloaking scanners showed only calm gold asteroidfield. An IMG patrol passed some 8K away, by regular reutine path. It seemed extremely ordinary. Glow of the jumphole glistening on polished underbelly of werewolf.
"Er... alright, lets see whats behind door number one..." - said Breen and initiated docking sequence.
After already familiar shock of subspace transition turbulence, Breen was soon looking at dark and omnious space of Chester system, its purple tinged planet in some distance. He quickly started active scanns of the system, and only oddity he found was an metal crate floating not so far away from the jumphole. It seemed to be spare parts box from hacker ship, but it bore MR mark on it.
"What in the... Play'n games with us eh? Ye lil..." - Colin left that one trail off and engaged tractor beam.
After first scanning for possible explosives, and that yielding no results, Breen opened the crate. It was as he presumed spare parts box, but instead of spare parts it held and bretonian made rifle, single gold coin, an set of ID cards and datapad. Coin was etched with molly shamrock on one side and werewolf on other. ID's appeared to be rather odd as well... they were named to: Phantom, Gostface, Daniel O'Shay, Michael Corruth, Patrick Quinlan and of all surprising Colin Breen. All of rather old and MIA faces from molly republic and old union of gold. Datapad held following message:
"Where rollin fields were, when freedom spoke, when they were needed, there they were. Oh, golden fields of Dublin and Derry, so much we gave, so much we lost, red gold, how much more do you need to get?"
