Bowex InfoNet (inRP)

[Scott MacFarlane]

I take exception with your report sah! The Yvonne Fletcher most certainly arrived (late, yes but arrived nonetheless) before the destruction of the Mild.Whiskey and put several salvos and mines into her in several passes! Or are you merely trying to forget, that in your rather boyish zeal and exuberance in shooting the Gunboat, that ye nearly sheared off me own bleeding port stabilzer!

Now onto my report:

Yestersday, after the aforementioned proactive defense of our soveriegn relam, I took out the Bonny Lass for a trip of trading in Liberty. Yes, I said Liberty. As most of you know, the BES Bonny Lass is persona non-grata, (or however the Spainairds say it) in Rhinlnad these days, the result of government mis-management of licenses, resources, breachs of its own legal system, and the hire of generally incompetant mercenaries to do their dirty work for them. Yes I said incompetant. Nothing more than a group of two-bit, dispossessed blackgards who turn to merc work because they obviously would make shoddy pirates. Of course at the time, I believed they were pirates and was having a very amusing time as they tried to vain to run us down and steal our cargo. It took FIVE of em to stop us, and we easily got past four. Last one only got us by pursuing into Bretonian territory and trying to gun us down in cold blood within sight of Freeport 1. Unfortunantly for the Bonny Lass we suffered a massive systems malfunction (I crashed and blue-screened) as we were making our final turn to dock, and as all systems went black, the roddy ne'er-do-well military pilot wannabe put a bleeding big hole in me lovely Lass. Made of with me cargo he did, and left us to die in lifepods. Fortunantly, the ZONERS came out to help us and recovered us and the Lass. Only Saint Andrew knowns where the boys of the our own Armed Forces were at the time, as they certainly were not around to lend assistance. So, that being said me boyos, I be avoiding Rhineland and their bleeding bureaucracy like the plague that they are.

Now that I'm done with me little tangent, such as it was, we departed the company docks with a load of super alloy bound for Duluth Shipyard. That's right, Rhineland's worst fear and the whole reason that their idiotic trade restrictions exist in the first place has come to pass. I've begun shipping military-grade alloys to Liberty. Alloys that were previously going to Rhineland exclusively. Well, me boyos, they only have themselves to blame. So, anyway, as we moved along the lanes, the newly repaired Lass not even giving us a hic up, I ran across a familiar sight. The OSCIsle of Man was just making port in the California system and prattling on about how great OSC and their Liners were. Well I couldna resist me a bit o fun so I just had to tweak his nose a little. But the bloody codger got downright nasty! Slandering my slander! Of all the bleeding nerve! Needless to say, I will be seeking satisfaction at a later date!


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Dropping off the super alloy and moving Engine Components to Rochester, after checking with a LPI officer to insure there was no embargo on Rochester (they been having difficulties with some crims using the [collectors] base as a safe haven despite the [collectors] kickin 'em off on a regular basis). On the way there, I found two GC lassys accosting that very same LPI officer and demanding her underwear. Needless to say, I did not want to get into that conversation, but Sally, my helm officer just couldn't help herself and HAD to mention something about always suspecting that the Kusari were nutters. That's when the pilots, indignant at the comment, indentified themselves as GC and demanded Sally's panties! Sally of course refused, but Penny, our Loadmaster quiped from the cargo bay that she might, if the price was right, but what would mother say?, to which Colin called up from Engineering and replied "she'd say you be a bloody harlot, 'dats what she'd say!" That tossed off a whole round of bickering on the internal coms, the GC and the approaching ION Storm completely forgotten. Fortunantly, Sally got us in on time. I missed most of this incident as I was too busy off my command chair, rollin on the deck, laughing me bleeding arse off.

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Dropping off the components and moving super-conductors to Newark for short-profit (but I hate to go anywhere empty), I considered moving light arms back to Duluth really quick, but deciding that I needed to get more familar with Liberty Transit Laws first, I tossed out that notion. Instead I picked up Robot Components from Newark and took them to Fort Severan. Loaded up with Liberty Military Vehicles (take THAT you Hun tossers!), and successfully delivered those to the Civil Defense Authority on Leeds.

Taking basic alloy back to the company docks, we let the yard men take the Lass back to the holding area and took the Malcolm back to New London. After which I met up with our new Recruit and assisted in getting his new combat variant defense ship in the proper order, sans any specific instructions Mr. Petersen may have.

That is all I have for now. God save the Queen! and US from the bleeding Huns!

-----Captain MacFarlane

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