Free Molly Radio

[Lieutenant]

~Wide-band frequencies, broadcasting intermittently.~

"Now all yae lads an' lasses, at eleven o'clock yae stop! Fer five short seconds, rememba' Charlie Mops!"

~Some now-ancient drinking song sounds off the opening of the broadcast, cut off as a vehement-sounding, definitely less-than-sober Bretonian fellow comes across the stream.~

"Yeah, all yae hard-workin' men an' women o've ole Bretonia! It's yer hard-workin' fella' flyin' through space, ole Red-Legs 'imself, comin' tae tell yae the facts 'bout how our grand nation be doin', and how yae can be doin' tae make it better!

"God bless the Queen! An' what we can' do tae make her worries less, aye! Indeed, what can every upstandin', Bretonia-born and proud man an' woman can do tae make it better for Bretonia? Why that's git right angry about these thievin' Corsair scrubs comin' tae take yer hard-earned money an' valuables! Git' right an' angry people, don't be a-fear of them cowardly Corsairs.

"Show 'em how we Bretonians have the true grit an' o'er the top attitude! Iffen they come fer yae cargo, scuttle yer cargo! Iffen they want yer credits, give'm a stout yellin' an' tell ALL o've Bretonia where them cowards be! Don't let them scurvy dogs have the pleasure o've takin' yer hard-earned pay!

"Lets not forget them Kusari-types, them slant-eyed noodle-slurpin' sorts who be comin' down 'ere tae wage war on our fine people fer their smoked up bigot thinkin'! Only good Kusari ship's a slagged one bein' torn down in a Junker base! Tell yer local Bretonian officers an' everyone fer that matter where them dogs be smugglin' an' hidin' in our nation!

"Not tae o'er-look them Gaians either! Garr! Nothin' gits ole Red Legs' blood worked up than them bunch o've Kusari-kissin', Corsair-lovin' Sausage Nigels. All up an' tryin' tae ruin our nation by fightin' against e'eryone within it. Don't give 'em nothin'! They deserve worse than Corsairs, they be traitorous sons of dogs who've got no place in Bretonia! Iffen all yae can do is tell e'ery fightin' ship who sails a Bretonian flag where they be, then do so! Don't be a silent victim o've them barmy fools who're tryin' tae kill off Bretonia's good name!

"I be ready tae bite me arm off tae help any red-blooded Bretonian who on the job fer kickin' these enemies o've Bretonia outta our fine corner o've Sirius. Jus' ring up ole Red Legs, an' we'll come runnin' tae help yae kick the mickey out o've all o've 'em.

"Well, this was Free Molly Radio, makin' the rounds an' yakkin' about how we Bretonian's can try tae make our nation better an' stronger, an' one day be ridda' these slappers who be stinkin' up Bretonia. This was Red Legs, T.T.F.N."


~And thus, the radio broadcast ends. To start up another time.~
~In the meanwhile, old drinking songs from across the ages an up to modern Sirius era take over.~

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My honest reaction upon reading the forums, whenever I rarely do. Joe Kucan, he's the man.