Relays activated...
Link established...
Encryption activated...
Source: UNKNOWN
Target: Liberty Rouges frequencies...
=(LH)= Channel online =(LH)=
Evenin' my dear friends,
I recently discovered the little festivity you're holding in Liberty space and I decided to join that.
As I understand you'll need some date for this... *he's looking away from the camera* ...so I took the liberty to make this little broadcast. *His face turning back to the camera*
Oh and your buddies are safe, I dropped them at one of your bars and spent them an ale.
So, let me do the maths here...
There's been a Navy fly boy, that'll make 2.000.000 sirian credits...
That scrap metal that used to be a Gunboat will add another 1.000.000 sirian credits...
Up the total that's 3.000.000 credits, at least that's what my calculator says. *he starts laughing*
Please be so kind to transfer the stated amount to my account, it goes for the name Hashcrack.
Nice party though, I really look forward to join more often.
Source: Liberty space, somewhere
Common ID: Abismo
Pilot ID: Horus Lupercal
Owned the navy all the morning. Nothing interesting. Two gunboats, one fighter, one assault battlecruiser. Also, got an Assault gunboat, number four. Forgot to take guncams of that. Fair battle, he did good. But I did better.
The other day, I was sittin' outside Buffalo chattin' with a fellow businessman. And would ya believe it... A damn Bounty Hunter battleship appears within scanner range of the base. I fat target like that inside the badlands... That skipper must've been drunk. Anyways... I set after him and Bleack Mist, the other businessman, came along too. Problem was that none of us had a CD, so I had to call on my buddy Horus. Sure enough, he was keen on helping out. After a short skirmish, the Mako was goin' down, as you can see in the shots from the incident. I took care of my companions financially on the spot, so please send it all to me.
I'm sorry fo' tha's delay, s'me foolish grease monkey scrapped all mah communication systems *he grumbles and lights a cigarette* Glad i got 'nough of those! A'ight now, back to business, what we got 'ere?
Aaahhh! Horus mah old friend yah's seem ta be on a rampage, righta? Why tha's Navy foo's still got ships left, man? *he laughs and lights the next cigarette*
A'ight the'e be yah's cash!
Keep goin' like that 'n yah's gonna be a rich man, 'n tha Rogues be poor... *he coughs badly, like a man who is smoking far too much*
A'ight, now Pete mah man!
Yah's doin' a great job, too, lad! Scrappin' lotsa' guys the'e...Great work, canno' complain 'bout that, he's yah cash!
righta...'n seems we got s'me new guys. Welcome 'board, lads, gimme clean shots of yah's kills then we'e fine! If yah's tryin' ta screw me, i'll do tha same with yah, but yah's gonna end up in a small box! *he lights another cigarette* Got it? Good... now move it!