Name's Keller. I believe you and I ran into one another a while back, Silver. Something about giving a lousy Coalition battleship a run for it's money before our buddies were all taken down one by one because of faulty piloting...
[color=white]Keller lights up a cigar
I ran a group of miscreants about a year ago. They all decided they had better things to do than hang around and kill for a living. Guess they had weak stomachs or something. Anywho, I won't talk about them again.
Keller puffs on the cigar
I'm looking for full time employment. Silver, you've seen my piloting, I don't think I need to say anything else or prove anything else. Just let me know if you think I'd be a good fit. I'm about tired of killing all by myself.
That and I need someone to fly my ship in case I get too smashed to fly.
Let me know, I'll be waiting.
[font=Book Antiqua]Jacob "Rogue" Keller Mercenary, Drunk, and Sarcastic Prick
I see, you're looking for more people..... Good then, lemme begin. The name is.... Raven. Don't know if you know me or something.. Ex-Reaper.
*takes a sip of his 12 year old scotch*
You need experience? I got it... Tons of it. And i see, Silver needs more people to yell at. Great...
Never saw myself as a mercenary, but, i don't care, as long as my hands are killing someone and bringing daddy money to buy new suits, i'm good with it.
Do tell if you need something else. Yours only,
Raven
I see Bauer is still playin' with his hanky panky man'sile build.
That's bad.
How many cd's did you spent?
*Grins*
No matter. You're a trainee now.
Grab a ship, or several. 'Cause you'll need them.
Slap on a merc transponder with Forever.Alone.Reaver...
Come to Cambridge, issue an encrypted data burst to this frequency, we'll send you the coordinates for the meet and greet.
We'll give you papers and then you can start crackin' on the mercnet contracts.
By the way.
Any attempt on gathering intel or disclosing the Reaver Merc. Co. contracts will be met with a frackton of hot steaming pokers in your ears, thus killing you, then your family and a good part of Sirius, just to be sure.
Any other pool party that you think you can have, will be dealt with in the meeting of my steel tip boots and your rear-end until you suck space dust.
Kisses, Silver.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop