IT WAS CORK!

[Millan]

Blessed with a wonderful morning, greeted by the smile of the star in ‘derry,
Eoin launched in his wolf, with his pack, towards their daily ravage in Dublin.

Everything alright over there? I shouted on the secure comms.
It was a morning just like any other day. I asked if they where okay, and they just replied,
m'kay 'ere, 'ere aswell lad, noth'ng to complain, did you saw the lass in the pub last night? eurh I mean
'k here!

It "was", like I said, a morning like any other day, but it was not to stay as such.
Normally the orders from the Union of Gold was, "go out, get goods and get yer arse back".
Now it was "Find a bunch of Corsair pilots, then kill ‘em except for one. Let him run, then tell the tale of some giant armada of Corsairs,
or else...."

I just couldn't understand why we was told to do so, but with them being the largest clan, ye'll listen.

It didn't take long to find the Corsairs. They patrolled the somewhat stable anomaly in the far west of ‘derry.
Just far enough away to never be able to get close to Cork, our home.
That was normal like any day. Those hispanic cretans aren't worth living we was told.

We snuck above them, no comms, then nosedived on them and started blasting...

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- IT WAS CORK! -