Gallic Royal Navy Transmission Center (iRP) (FO)

[Jansen]

***Incoming Transmission***

Comm ID: Capitaine Pauline Valence
Location: Battleship Beuvray; Burgundy

Bonjour,

When I started my patrol, I realized some Sirian filling our communications with rather unfitting comments about the princess. After ordering him to stop, I started the search and the fool even told me where I could find him.

Here is the audio log.

SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHE IS A WHORE AFTER ALL!
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Spread 'er legs for commoners, eh!?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Bwahahahahahahaaaaaaaa! You royalists really 'at short of cash?
GRN|Pauline.Valence: Now shut up...
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Sellin' princess poon tang for groceries!?
Zarozinia: you will pay with you head capitan.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: I'll pay t'drop my head into that- then again, I bet she's looser Alicia after her time in Sirius!
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Looser than, even.
GRN|Pauline.Valence: Pray that I dont find you Sirian...
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Lorraine jump hole.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Come alone, love, and I'll jump your hole, eh? What y'say.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: **Stands and unzips his flight suit, yanking open the front.**
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: **His junk hangs beyond the camera's capture field.**
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Real men that, bitch.
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: **Zips up and sits again.**
GRN|Pauline.Valence: That behaviour... you must be a Sirian...
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Want a piece, darlin'?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Or is a miner too good fer ya'?

After I received the position, I moved there to see if he told the truth, which was indeed the case. But when I arrived there, I realized that this person wasnt a simple Sirian, he was a member of the Coalition, the same Coalition that fought our anchestors. After a few questions I started to do what I had to do.

SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: 'Allo love...
GRN|Pauline.Valence: Mh... you are either very stupid... or very brave
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Let's call it the latter.
GRN|Pauline.Valence: I would go for the stupid...
GRN|Pauline.Valence: Now... why are you here?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Spread the word'a Marx, a'course!
GRN|Pauline.Valence: Wait... Marx?
GRN|Pauline.Valence: So... you are a Sirian... and... a communist?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Karl Marx? Father a' modern communism?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Damn ruddy right I am.
GRN|Pauline.Valence: So the worst combination of scum that is possible...
GRN|Pauline.Valence: You know that we do with your kind here, dont you?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Die to our guns?
GRN|Pauline.Valence: Something alongside those lines... but it is you who dies...
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: We'll see.
GRN|Pauline.Valence: *laughs* Funny isnt it?

After a short fight, he tried to flee towards Lorraine, where I finally terminated him.

GRN|Pauline.Valence: And no... you will not run away...
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Just evening the odds.
GRN|Pauline.Valence: *giggles* You would need some more of your kind then...
GRN|Pauline.Valence: Dont you realize that you are fighting an already lost fight?
SCRA|Simon.O'Hare: Never stopped my lot before.
GRN|Pauline.Valence: I guess you will die here then...
Death: SCRA|Simon.O'Hare was put out of action by GRN|Pauline.Valence (Gun).
GRN|Pauline.Valence: Phew... scum...

I never saw such a vessel before, but it did not stand a chance against our technology.

For the crown!

-[font=Informal Roman]Pauline Valence

***Transmission Ended***

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