Its time to chew bubblegum and kick some Welsh arse, and I\'m all outta bubblegum

<SNIP> "Meet me with the Security team by the Raven in fifteen
minutes" said Jay sternly as he and Chris marched from the drive room,
Jay in the direction of the Hangar bay, Chris in the direction of the
security office.
"Harris to Security Personnel, meet me by the Raven in 10 minutes,
we're gonna kick six buckets of crap out of some welsh people! In
fact, anybody who wants to shit kick the Welsh meet me by the Raven in
10. Harris out"
</SNIP>
Who: Eric Lustbader
Where: On the way to the armoury
When: After Chris' message
Eric sighed as he heard the message, and thought that he had better
get over to the armoury office very quickly. There were going to be
alot of guys wanting to be armed to the teeth. It was okay for people
who had their own stuff, but for most guys, they each wanted to
'borrow' half the whole armoury.
He was glad he ordered a lot of extra gear while they were docked back
at Earth. He decided to splurge on a new type of bazookoid ammo, even
though he had to pay for it out of his own account. He also got his
hands on some new slug-based weapons, which a lot of the people liked
to use, himself and the Captain included.
There were some handguns, as well as rifles, machineguns, and most
importantly, some cannons. These cannons could be loaded into almost
any ship, and fired from the bay doors if needed. They also had some
wheels and a motor, so someone could actually drive them around at low
speed if you needed to.
By the time he reached the armoury, his poor assistant was having
trouble coping with the huge amount of people wanting guns to blow up
the Welsh. For some reason, many wanted to blow up Manchester as well,
even though it was a huge distance away.
Eric also had a new scanner, which would scan the ID tag each
crewmember carried and whatever weapons they were holding. It could
also trasnfer the funds required for the deposit and any other
charges. He placed it by the exit, and informed eberybody of the new
procedure.
Within a few minutes, everybody had what they wanted and left.
* * * * * *
Who: Jay Chrysler, Chris Harris, Jack FeBuggre, Johnny B. Goode, Shane
O'Riley, Peter Marwood, Kevn Fernard and other security members and
anyone else who wants to fight the Welsh.
Where: By the Raven
When: When ten minutes were almost up.
Chris and Jay scanned the people who were lining up.
"I doubt we could fit everybody here into the back of the Raven." Jay
whispered to Chris. "There are hundreds of guys here."
"Well, I don't care who gets in out of the rest, most of the guys I
want are already inside." Chris whispered back.
"We could always fly another shuttle or two, as we have a few other
good pilots here, such as Marwood and Goodes, but I'm waiting for
Amber to get here myself."
Shane O'Riley was talking to Callum Kochanski and Seymour Niples.
Callum was there to make sure Jay and Chris had everything the needed,
but he, Shane and Seymour were having fun telling each other what they
thought of the Welsh, and which country hated them more.
"You Irish guys love everybody." Seymour said. "Especially if they buy
you a drink."
"Hey, why do you think we live on a totally different island? We hate
all of you guys, except the Scots. Sometimes. When they buy me a scotch."
"And Seymour, you guys live right next door to the Welsh. If you hate
them so much, why don't you move out?"
<tag Jay or Chris, or anyone else waiting to beat up the welsh>