06-24-2008, 12:33 PM
It was just like any other day in Sigma 13. Pirates buzzing around chasing traders. Battlecruisers humming around chasing pirates. Traders then chasing Battlecruisers to pay them their rightful bounties... Indeed just like any other day. But today in the dark corners of Yanagi Outpost a new breed of pirates was born.
"Argh, Argh!" the pirate in black overals said. "Something has to be done about these filthy merchants. First they put us out of buissines. Then when we resort to piracy they come chase us in battlecruisers. A poor pilot can't make a living no more."
"Here, here!" cheared the crowd. A new speaker came up. "There is money to be made gentelmen. There is money to be taken, and there is money to be GIVEN!" The crowds stare with disbelief as the speaker was no other than the Black Talon. "I say we have to support them poor pilots and rob them rich traders blind." The crowd chears yet again. "I say we take all their money and give it to the people! With the good commonfolk on our side, we'll have bases to dock, shadows to hide, supplies to last. Last and outlast them filthy vermin. House lackies freighting dimonds and giving us ashes."
The third speaker stands up. "I purpose we make a fundation for the poor pilots of this space! Let's sign a pledge to help the poor and rob dem rich!"
And so they did, 44 pirates, 7 traders and a traveren wrench. Sign the decleration of good will! To help the poor and rob dem rich.
The papers clad in junk metals still stand at Yanagi to be signed by anyone willing to perticipate in their honorable deeds redestributing the riches from rich to poor. The pledge goes as follows...
I ____ pledge to help the poor and rob dem Rich!
Anyone willing to join the fundation must only sign here and perticipate in operations of goodness.
Members:
Green.Hawk
La_Muerte
The rest were captured or deceased in battle.
"Argh, Argh!" the pirate in black overals said. "Something has to be done about these filthy merchants. First they put us out of buissines. Then when we resort to piracy they come chase us in battlecruisers. A poor pilot can't make a living no more."
"Here, here!" cheared the crowd. A new speaker came up. "There is money to be made gentelmen. There is money to be taken, and there is money to be GIVEN!" The crowds stare with disbelief as the speaker was no other than the Black Talon. "I say we have to support them poor pilots and rob them rich traders blind." The crowd chears yet again. "I say we take all their money and give it to the people! With the good commonfolk on our side, we'll have bases to dock, shadows to hide, supplies to last. Last and outlast them filthy vermin. House lackies freighting dimonds and giving us ashes."
The third speaker stands up. "I purpose we make a fundation for the poor pilots of this space! Let's sign a pledge to help the poor and rob dem rich!"
And so they did, 44 pirates, 7 traders and a traveren wrench. Sign the decleration of good will! To help the poor and rob dem rich.
The papers clad in junk metals still stand at Yanagi to be signed by anyone willing to perticipate in their honorable deeds redestributing the riches from rich to poor. The pledge goes as follows...
I ____ pledge to help the poor and rob dem Rich!
Anyone willing to join the fundation must only sign here and perticipate in operations of goodness.
Members:
Green.Hawk
La_Muerte
The rest were captured or deceased in battle.