05-16-2009, 10:22 PM
Incoming Transmission: Ben Faraday, Liberty Rogues Hellhound
Polaris. Where to begin?
We the Liberty Rogues have been keeping our sometimes benevolent, often baleful eye on you for a long time. Longer than you'd imagine. Ever since you first showed your face around Liberty and on our prowling grounds, we've been hearing about you - and, almost without exclusion, reports haven't been good. 'Course, we're Liberty Rogues, we're not in the habit of writing dossiers, but bar talk gets around and bar talk is more than enough for us to base a case on. You're greedy. Obstinate. You don't play well with others, and you're not all that bright - you never know when to fight and when to run or what course of action would be wisest and best. Your head isn't just hard - hell, it's titanium-plated, and probably stuffed with rocks to boot.
We could forgive you all that, sure. We have in the past. We tend to have a high tolerance level for brothers-in-arms that aren't overly burdened with intelligence. Yeah, we could overlook that you don't listen and that you seem to think you have some sort of right to order others around without cause or reason. We could just instruct you (possibly with the help of a blackjack or a brick in a sack) to leave thinking and laying out plans to the big boys (us, that is) and to stick to shooting the people we point out to you.
However, that little stunt you just pulled over in Texas was the straw that broke the camel's back. This isn't even your first offense in this regard - you periodically gather up every half-wit populating our bases and lead them in a moronic crusade against whatever unfortunate sod happens across your path. It's not just a nuisance for us to have to clean up your messes - as it seems you never actually accomplish anything like this, and, in fact, usually lose your gunboat (Sylpheed's property, by the way) and cause most of your hangers-on to die - it's a colossal pain in the rear. You're the Rogues equivalent of a gigantic hemorrhoid. I would give a goddamn fortune to learn where you find new victims to lead to their deaths, and why they actually listen to you (as you're about as convincing or effective a leader as a pickled frog), but that's beside the point. We've had enough, Polaris. It's not just that you're an incompetent - as I said, we could theoretically overlook that - but it's that you actively endanger those around you. We're Rogues, you prat, not berserkers, and our goals don't involve dimwitted slaughter orgies - not to mention that our hard-won cover's blown every time you run screaming at a cop, a Navy pilot, a group of giggling schoolgirls, or whatever the hell you choose to direct your existential anguish at.
Effective immediately, you're excommunicated from the Liberty Rogues and banished from Liberty. That means we, Sylpheed's Rogues, consider you an outcast and a renegade from this moment on. If we catch sight of you within Liberty space or elsewhere on our stomping ground, you'll be gunned full of more holes than a Swiss cheese. You're denied landing rights on all bases Sylpheed owns and operates (we hope that particular bit will also go for our allies, the Lane Hackers, Hellfire Legion, and Outcasts). We can't actually strip you of your Rogues identification, not even by force (we'd have to catch and beat you first, and none of us really want to touch you - we're squeamish), so I suppose you can continue to skulk about under Rogues colors, but we'll make your life hell if we get wind of it. Your gunboat and weaponry are considered Sylpheed's property; they're to be turned in to any Rogues suppliers, and we'll confiscate them by force if you don't play ball.
Is that everything? I believe so. Now get out of my sight.
Transmission Ended
Polaris. Where to begin?
We the Liberty Rogues have been keeping our sometimes benevolent, often baleful eye on you for a long time. Longer than you'd imagine. Ever since you first showed your face around Liberty and on our prowling grounds, we've been hearing about you - and, almost without exclusion, reports haven't been good. 'Course, we're Liberty Rogues, we're not in the habit of writing dossiers, but bar talk gets around and bar talk is more than enough for us to base a case on. You're greedy. Obstinate. You don't play well with others, and you're not all that bright - you never know when to fight and when to run or what course of action would be wisest and best. Your head isn't just hard - hell, it's titanium-plated, and probably stuffed with rocks to boot.
We could forgive you all that, sure. We have in the past. We tend to have a high tolerance level for brothers-in-arms that aren't overly burdened with intelligence. Yeah, we could overlook that you don't listen and that you seem to think you have some sort of right to order others around without cause or reason. We could just instruct you (possibly with the help of a blackjack or a brick in a sack) to leave thinking and laying out plans to the big boys (us, that is) and to stick to shooting the people we point out to you.
However, that little stunt you just pulled over in Texas was the straw that broke the camel's back. This isn't even your first offense in this regard - you periodically gather up every half-wit populating our bases and lead them in a moronic crusade against whatever unfortunate sod happens across your path. It's not just a nuisance for us to have to clean up your messes - as it seems you never actually accomplish anything like this, and, in fact, usually lose your gunboat (Sylpheed's property, by the way) and cause most of your hangers-on to die - it's a colossal pain in the rear. You're the Rogues equivalent of a gigantic hemorrhoid. I would give a goddamn fortune to learn where you find new victims to lead to their deaths, and why they actually listen to you (as you're about as convincing or effective a leader as a pickled frog), but that's beside the point. We've had enough, Polaris. It's not just that you're an incompetent - as I said, we could theoretically overlook that - but it's that you actively endanger those around you. We're Rogues, you prat, not berserkers, and our goals don't involve dimwitted slaughter orgies - not to mention that our hard-won cover's blown every time you run screaming at a cop, a Navy pilot, a group of giggling schoolgirls, or whatever the hell you choose to direct your existential anguish at.
Effective immediately, you're excommunicated from the Liberty Rogues and banished from Liberty. That means we, Sylpheed's Rogues, consider you an outcast and a renegade from this moment on. If we catch sight of you within Liberty space or elsewhere on our stomping ground, you'll be gunned full of more holes than a Swiss cheese. You're denied landing rights on all bases Sylpheed owns and operates (we hope that particular bit will also go for our allies, the Lane Hackers, Hellfire Legion, and Outcasts). We can't actually strip you of your Rogues identification, not even by force (we'd have to catch and beat you first, and none of us really want to touch you - we're squeamish), so I suppose you can continue to skulk about under Rogues colors, but we'll make your life hell if we get wind of it. Your gunboat and weaponry are considered Sylpheed's property; they're to be turned in to any Rogues suppliers, and we'll confiscate them by force if you don't play ball.
Is that everything? I believe so. Now get out of my sight.
Transmission Ended