To the Junker Congress

[TFinnegan]

*Bridge of the Wake*
*Cortez system, sector unknown*

*nods calmly*
Cap'm Hone,
Tis right noice ter see some civility hae crept back inter this 'ere conversation.
I got some Junker lads 'ere wha' just finished off't a wing o' Xeno rats, an' was itchin' fer anovver tussle.
*smiles*
They was burnin' this way till Oi vectored 'em back ter Invergordon to 'ave a pint or four.
Seems we CAN come to a resolution 'ere.

Yer dockin' rights hae been re-esablished at Trafalgar, no small thanks to the roight hon'rable Cap't Dara O'Gara.
E' went ter bat for ye'z an' tells me you're a right sort, p'raps just got a bit o' fire in yer pants, is all.
Now tha' Oi can accept an' fergive.

Be it known howe'er, when next we wish ter hire a pilot wif some tact an' subtlety, yer name's gon' be left off'a tha' list.
We'll keep ye in moind next time we need a shyte-storm, however.
*guffaws*

An' ef ye try n' kiss me, lad, I'll give ye th' ol' 3-6-9.
*wry grin*
Tha's 3 doctors, 6 nurses, an' 9 months to pry me boot from yer arse.

Clear skies, Cap'm.
Wake oot.
*screen snow*

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