I will continue to act on your previous orders to ignore all communications from a certain group of Bounty Hunters. The standard BHG is nothing more than a comglomeration of glorified thieves. This new group of hunters, I suspect, was founded on the same principles.
For a bunch that charges six to seven figures for their services, they sure don't show much interest in games of chance. I've yet to see a bounty hunter at my tables. So, yeah, don't give em the time of day.
Nothing to add except, mind you, most of the bounty hunters are former criminals -- turncoats. How else could they be able to do such a thing?
BOUNTYHUNTAGE ENDS:
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor
That explains why they're a bunch of useless thieving buggers then doesn't it?
It seems that the BHG has finally caught onto some of the stuff I use to do, they shoot me on sight now, not that it worries much me much.
I've lost count of the number of BHG pilots I've left floating around house planets, though some were left in theta, sigma 17 and a few other places I can't remember...
Just had news off the wires of a large pirate movement, friday week. Suggest we all have
the day off, and go fly for fun somewhere.
Bar will be fully stocked as usual, with a large screen set up to watch the news reports of
the antics around Sirius. Hope you can all join in some way or another.
That is all ...
CARNAGE ENDS:
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
A company gathering then? Though I guess some of us never leave the bar. (ahem!) Which might be a good idea in light of the hype that's getting tossed around. All of Sirius is in a tizzy already. Even the Outcasts have a saying about the unlucky thirteeenth day. "En martes, ni te cases ni te embarques"
I know that means Tuesday, but what do you expect from a bunch of cardamine junkies?
Party season approaches fast now ... Thought I would see if Ole Smoulderin' Joe could
do a turn, then again with his current condition, I suspect mounting the stage would present
its own style of problem ... Video cameras for hire, best edit wins a bottle of something
health and safety missed on the last sweep ... Bring your own nomex.
Hear your JH count is now greater than the combined number of sequins on the party dress
hired for the occasion ... Mmm, pretty. For you or the better half ??
Perros calientes el viernes, ningun bollo por favor.
Enough of that old bollocks ...
EARPLUGAGE ENDS:
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
The Behemoth is moored at Newark, Pat and I are moored at the Bar, discussing the Nubians of old Terra... Veremos los resultados el sabado, si despertamos.
On the subject of old Terra -- Panem et circenses!
DUOMILEAGE ENDS:
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor
Dress is for my lady. Don't tell her. It's a surprise. I've mapped more systems than I can remember now. And I've been wandering around for so long now that all onboard 'munchies' have been exhausted. I'll be back to the bar soon though. Planeo conseguir muy borracho.
Good to see you boys back in the bar ... Though no surprise there then. Still standing ?
Drift in mind ... Piscine tome not quite in gear with all articulation. Clarrie needs sorting.
Desperto y el cafe todavia huele fino de aqui.
BOTHEREDAGE ENDS:
MESSAGE TO: Romer
COMM ID: Hoodlum
Dire straights there old boy ... And not just the band. Desperate measures needed, suggest
small packet of chocolate digestives secreted in survival pack ... Don't eat the crew.
Nada nuevo alli entonces ...
WASTAGE ENDS:
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."