Reaver Mercenary Contract

[Silver]

*Drinks a glass of whisky and lights up a cigar*
Daaaamn.
It was... beautiful.

Damn beautiful.

Like angels of destiny, we shadowed the fate of the Rheinie's Military boys, and we closed the chapter.

I even went suicidal on the last one.

And guess what?
I killed the men, the ship, destroyed their very souls with anti-matter while i was gasping for breath.

In a short sentence. Hell descended onto Hamburg. And there, we we're the Reavers.


Glad i was drunk. Eh. Glad i still am. Because in no way i would done what i did if i was sober.
And guess what? I am now death sentenced in Rheinland.

Glad i ain't the one that planet dived against Planet Stuttgart. Or else i would be fired.

So, to sum it up. Three bombers. A bucket load of enemies. And they all died for the 'Reave.
Bless the A.D.M.I.N.S.

.:BDM|Rutger.Hauer ID Scan:.
.:RNC-Oblivian ID Scan:.
.:RNC-Konnen ID Scan:.

.:Splash the Rut:.
.:Splash the Konnen:.
.:Splash the [FL] 'sile based gunboat that appeared in the meantime:.
.:And 'Reave them all with the last one:.

So, you can send 13.000.000 credits to Silver.Reaver
Or 18 mio if you're feeling generous due to the [FL] dude we smacked up.

Kiss kiss,
Silver.

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[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