From: Uncle Willy || A Letter to the Rogues

To the ones who are bothered to listen,

Libertonian Lands have been unreasonably quiet for some time. I've been reading about some Outcast incubus, nomad entities, the Hellfire Legion in their own purposes and some mighty Navy donuts flying their big spaceships in their own erratic wae. Though I didn't see our guys hangin' around so often, moving the real stuff around nor shooting their guns. It's time to change that.
The Inn is practically dry, our men's missin' their beverage and the will to fight for it. The Outcasts forgot about our deals. The Rogues are bored in their respective bedrooms watching the news and drinkin' water. The Liberty Navy is still out there hanging around with their big plastic vessels. Well it's time to change that, aye?
And for the motherlord's sake, now or never ever again, fill up your damn vessels, but yourself on a good pair of shoes! The emptiness in the bottles is goin' to end! Prepare your balistic weapons, accomodate your helmet and fly trough our systems, freely! This is your call aye?
The Rogue times are back!