Transmission from the barrens of Pittsburgh...

[Tenacity]

***Incoming transmission***
***Source ID: Captain Keelhaul... Pittsburgh desert... precise location unknown

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*A haggard, stumbling drunk slaps the camera around a bit, taking frequent swigs from a rum canteen*

Arr! Be thish Damned thing on er not? Thar we go...

Arr... Who-e'er thish be gettin te, I find meself in a bit 'o a predica... predu... preckament! Arr that be it.

*The man takes another swig of rum*

Sho, teday I find meshelf a pertty lil jump 'ole, but I shez to meshelf "Whar'sh diz jump 'ole go te?"

Sho I ordersh me crew inte tha jump 'ole, and we findsh ourshelvez shurrounded by ice! arr... I hate ice... too bloody cold it ish!

Den, all 'o a shudden, these jellyfishes attack ush! Sho I order me men te run, ash any good pi'art'd do!

It be not long after that, thish liberry cruiser shtarts chasin us! It be a long chase, more'n five 'underd kilos!

The liberries give up, an we findsh our way back te new york... but there they be again! more liberry shipsh!

Sho we fled through the mines... not sho good a choice now that me thinksh back on it...

Those mines blashted me dishrupters, counter-doohicky'sh, 'n me thrushter te bits! Sho we run from the liberry shipsh, all the way te planet pittshburg!

They had a 'ole fleet after ush though... there be no way we coulda beaten 'em back, and like me shaid before... good pi'artes run! Sho I crash landed me ship... it broke up in the atmo... at... ammoshere... I barely got out with me life!

Me men be dead, javy done'sh be takin 'em... an' I be shtuck 'ere in thish desert with no rum...

Looksh like thish might be the end 'o cap'n keelhaul... I...

*the man staggers and takes another swig*

... I think i'll jush lay down 'ere 'n takes me a nap...

*He takes a last swig and falls over backwards, unconcious*

***Warning... power reserves insufficient to continue transmission***

***Power deplet...***

-Transmission Ended-

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[Warbird]

Comm ID: Commander James Farley
To: Captain Keelhaul, Planet Pittsburgh

Captain, or lack there of... Mr. Keelhaul,

It is my sincerest hope that this transmission makes its way to your person. As it is, Liberty Forces have been dispatched to scour the remote areas of Planet Pittsburg. Our best technicians are working on tracing the location of your message.

Be warned:

We WILL find you. Your escape is simply not a possibility. We will hold no quarter for you, sir. You've violated multiple laws of Liberty today, your punishment will be death.

Rest assured that even now, our forces are looking for you.

Regards,
Commander James Farley

***End Transmission***

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Back on the LNS Oklahoma, Farley instructs his men to carry bottles of open, spiced rum dangling off of their craft as they search the planet.

This will be one he can't turn down.

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[Tenacity]

// can I take the insanity plea for being overintoxicated? :P

// Really, I think I'm going to use this as the opportunity to 'kill off' Bloodsail. I'll keep the character around until 4.85 just in case, but I'm moving on to new factions. Once the next version of discovery is out my main character will be a member of the order, and I'm writing a fairly extensive story and background to support her. Chances are I'll be getting rid of bloodsail to use his funds and equipment for the order ship.

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[Warbird]

//Fine by me, I was just playing along. :-)

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