[color=#FF6666]...Incoming Tranmission... Name: Kurt Vonnegut
Vessel: Force.of.Nature
Target: Pirate Warlord Moka
Encryption: High
*flickering image of an unshaven man against a rusted, metal wall*
Hello there, yes, hello.
A short introduction then, call me Kurt. I'm the "captain" of this old, but rather dependable beauty of a ship, Force.of.Nature. We've been around, and surely we've seen one another before around this hell of a place called Liberty. We're just Rogues, nothing special *he chuckles*, no fuss, no fuss. I'm sure we'll know a great deal more of one another in the times to come.
Anyhow, let's get to the story.
While we were cutting the route short through that hellish place in Texas, we came across this...
Anyhow, we have no clue who this place belongs to, thought perhaps your party would be more well informed then us. But since it's in such a sketchy place, and we all know how sketchy places are the home of da Rogues *he laughs*, this might prove interesting.
Well then, that's that.
*the poor quality video feed flickers, and turns off with a click*
Who been flyin da force? Can ye handle dem repair costs, da Navee dun like yas much. Probably due to the excessive killin spree the force went on under mah command.
dern old age puttin me down. keep hammerin de navee!
**Transmission cut**
ooc note: the Force.Of.Nature is my old ship, rui let me post here. gg :]
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.