'owdy, 'ello, greetin's, 'ail, g'day... what'ver ya wanna' be greet'd with...
I need t' ask a favour, see. I'm 'n 'acker, been doin' it for a while, 'n' yeah, I know ya's not "Hackers", but ya seem t' have control ov'r their tech. I've got this gunship, yeah? I wanna' keep th' ship, love it, great piece o' work... But... I'm gettin' bored o' sittin' 'round with the 'ackers, I wanna' get away from Liber'y 'n' the like, y'know, t' explore...
So what I'm askin', if ya 'aven't figured it out already, is if ya could sign-off me gunship t' use on generic identification papers 'n' all that...
COMM TARGET:'Mnemonic' SOURCE: [color=#33CC00]Lord Commander Alan Marskon ENCRYPTION:Heavy Grade 737, 11.7 Variant.
Give me one reason why we should help a pirate like you?
You offer nothing to our cause. Expect nothing in return.
Request denied, unless you can convince me you're worth making an 'investment' in.
Characters Alan Markson: The Hellfire Legion's Lord Commander The Perihelion: Freeport Four's guardian, and yet much more. Missing and assumed Lost with all hands. Eric Dresmund: Junker, smuggler, thief. Last seen drunk on Beaumont Vayrn Wyard: IMG Recon pilot turned Neo-Terran Captain. Last location unknown
Suit ya'self, though I dunno' why ya panties 're in a knot.
I mean, if ya weren't such a wipe, 'eah, I'd pro'lly offer me services, 'n' suggestin' I'm a 'common pirate' is kinda' old mate, I think th' pole up ya arse 'as a pole up its arse.
