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