OOC: This is for Gilkane and BrainsoverBrawn to RP in
Setting:
<Static and then the video clears showing a man in all black, and in a sleaveless duster and high leather boots and two pistols at his hips, on a plasma bolter and the other a Flechett thrower both outlawed weapons...his face is ruggely handsome and his eyes pierce through you his voice is both commanding and freightening>
I've played by the rules long enough, I have fought for the Allaince and the Imperium, counterintelligence and a pilot, I gave them all I had, and pretty much their all a bunch of sniveling brown nosing wastes of skin.
Let them fight their own damn wars, this pilot is head to the Frontier, in the Frontier a pilot is allowed to determine their own political and economcial destines...
You can mine for ore, you can even take up bounty hunting flex your muscles, you can even work for the mega corps out here defending their turf, I keep all of these guys very busy.
I don't care how fast your ship is, I don't care how many battlecruisers you command, you just don't get it, brains are the greatest weapon out here...And my brains have built and empire out here on my own.
If you come into my territory...I promise I will overtake anyone stupid enough to enter it, I promise I will make use of anything they have as I see fit...and I promise nobody will get hurt...Well two out of three isn't bad...
I'm here...and I am waiting
The picture pans out and there are five people on there knees and he puts the gun to each of them you see all five foreheads explode one after the other as a flechett projectile exit it from his executing them. The screen goes black....He walks over to you and looks down.
"Your lucky your pretty..."smiles as his crew laughs, "your mine now." he turns and yells, "stripe it, process it, and get her to my chambers and get a move on!"
Setting:
<Static and then the video clears showing a man in all black, and in a sleaveless duster and high leather boots and two pistols at his hips, on a plasma bolter and the other a Flechett thrower both outlawed weapons...his face is ruggely handsome and his eyes pierce through you his voice is both commanding and freightening>
I've played by the rules long enough, I have fought for the Allaince and the Imperium, counterintelligence and a pilot, I gave them all I had, and pretty much their all a bunch of sniveling brown nosing wastes of skin.
Let them fight their own damn wars, this pilot is head to the Frontier, in the Frontier a pilot is allowed to determine their own political and economcial destines...
You can mine for ore, you can even take up bounty hunting flex your muscles, you can even work for the mega corps out here defending their turf, I keep all of these guys very busy.
I don't care how fast your ship is, I don't care how many battlecruisers you command, you just don't get it, brains are the greatest weapon out here...And my brains have built and empire out here on my own.
If you come into my territory...I promise I will overtake anyone stupid enough to enter it, I promise I will make use of anything they have as I see fit...and I promise nobody will get hurt...Well two out of three isn't bad...
I'm here...and I am waiting
The picture pans out and there are five people on there knees and he puts the gun to each of them you see all five foreheads explode one after the other as a flechett projectile exit it from his executing them. The screen goes black....He walks over to you and looks down.
"Your lucky your pretty..."smiles as his crew laughs, "your mine now." he turns and yells, "stripe it, process it, and get her to my chambers and get a move on!"
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