01-01-2009, 03:46 AM
***Incoming Transmission***
Comm ID: William Breen
Subject: My Apologies
Location: Colorado System
Message follows...
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A few minutes ago prior to sending this transmission, there was quite a scuffle between the Liberty Navy, Liberty Police, and a few of your ships.
At first, I was purely an observer, enjoying the show. A spectacle, it was. Numerous lawful ships fell to the hands of the [522]. The odds were becoming incredibly stacked, and out of desperation, a William Darkmoor of the Liberty Navy contacted me over encrypted channels, mid-fight. He offered a hefty sum, if I helped them out a bit.
Well, me, being the chivalrous gentleman I am, deduced it would be to the benefit of all if I joined in, 'helping the losing team', so to speak. I immediately realized the error of my ways, but alas, it was too late.
I, in an act of utter foolishness, bit the hand that fed me, betrayed the only people I could ever call my friends.
Please, accept my sincerest apologies. I am sending this transmission while in space, as I have presumed there is no safe place for me to dock at the moment.
Now, to reimbursement:
I realize great monetary and emotional damage has been caused by my stupidity, and agree to set some terms (which of course can be negotiated in your favor).
As a mercenary, I only take work for cold hard cash on most occasions. These, however, are extraordinary circumstances. From now until further notice, I offer my services, free of charge to any Buffalo Wing or 522 Battlegroup vessel in need.
If needed, more terms can be imposed, in order to maintain a friendly relationship with the Rogue, Hacker, and Outcast alliance.
Sincerely and with dearest apologies,
William Breen
***Transmission Terminated***
Comm ID: William Breen
Subject: My Apologies
Location: Colorado System
Message follows...
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A few minutes ago prior to sending this transmission, there was quite a scuffle between the Liberty Navy, Liberty Police, and a few of your ships.
At first, I was purely an observer, enjoying the show. A spectacle, it was. Numerous lawful ships fell to the hands of the [522]. The odds were becoming incredibly stacked, and out of desperation, a William Darkmoor of the Liberty Navy contacted me over encrypted channels, mid-fight. He offered a hefty sum, if I helped them out a bit.
Well, me, being the chivalrous gentleman I am, deduced it would be to the benefit of all if I joined in, 'helping the losing team', so to speak. I immediately realized the error of my ways, but alas, it was too late.
I, in an act of utter foolishness, bit the hand that fed me, betrayed the only people I could ever call my friends.
Please, accept my sincerest apologies. I am sending this transmission while in space, as I have presumed there is no safe place for me to dock at the moment.
Now, to reimbursement:
I realize great monetary and emotional damage has been caused by my stupidity, and agree to set some terms (which of course can be negotiated in your favor).
As a mercenary, I only take work for cold hard cash on most occasions. These, however, are extraordinary circumstances. From now until further notice, I offer my services, free of charge to any Buffalo Wing or 522 Battlegroup vessel in need.
If needed, more terms can be imposed, in order to maintain a friendly relationship with the Rogue, Hacker, and Outcast alliance.
Sincerely and with dearest apologies,
William Breen
***Transmission Terminated***