Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

[Veyron]

[Inbound Transmission]
[Comm ID: Ensign Michael Harding]
[Source: Curacao - Red Light District]


Message Begins:

'' Hic! Evening Sah! Reporting the events of yesterday....errr.... the 11th February.....yesh, thats right, the 11th! Anyway, as ordered by the Ruper....ahem, Commodore Woodrow, here is the following.... report. "


Bretonia 4, Hogosha lady boys 1. (FT)

Match kicked off promptly under the watchful eye of the referee, one Agent Timberwolf - Captaining Bretonia was Commodore '' roast-'em-and toast-'em '' Woodrow, leading his team consisting of Ensign Sarah ''Paladin" Vermillion and myself, Michael "the-utter-bastard" Harding. The Hogosha, led by....well, not sure to tell the truth, consisted of a peasant farmer bomber and 3 Black Dragons street urchins, I'd try to tell you their names, but you know how I am with foreign 'language'....

First Half: Some crunching tackles by myself and Commander Woodrow caused the bomber to take an early shower back on Stokes, had we a CD I'm sure we could have sent him off in a ambulance! Oh well, following that we focussed fire on the Hog fighters - swapping targets as the little piggys gobbled through their nano-botts.
At this point I ended up facing a new target and after a few passes eventually drop kicked the scoundrels between the posts for 3 points and in the process convert his Black Dragon into an open-top, courtesy of her Majesties Razor.

Second Half: Once downed, the Referee, Mr Timberwolf gave me my marching orders I was left on the side lines watching. 'Captain' Woodrow then bested one of the two remaining Hog's with a well timed blast of fire reducing the Hogs squad down to one 'man'.
Disaster struck though! Ensign Vermillion had been caught napping and the last dirty rotten scoundrel was able to land a foul shot that sent the Ensign back to the changing rooms for the duration. Not to be put off however, Woodrow, lurched back into the fray and dueled the remaining Hog, eventually hitting the poor devil for a '6' and winning the day! Huzzah!

3 destroyed: 1, 2, 3

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Anyway, after the match was won I - acting on my own initiative - decided that her Majesty would feel safer in the knowledge that the Red Li..err 'social' district of Curacao was being guarded by your's truly, honestly, it's a cross I have to be bear, but do it willingly Sir!

*Drunkly salutes the video feed* Sah! Permission to fall out! . . . . . . *He falls over*


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