:::INCOMMING TRANSMISSION::: FROM:JACKSON STONE TO:LORD MOKA LOCATION:PADUA BASE SECURITY:HIGH. TRANSMISSION WILL SELF-DESTRUCT IF READ IN THE WRONG HANDS. IMPORTANCE:MOKA AND HIM –ONLY--
Dear your Excellency/ Lordship/ Sir/ whatever,
After a long amount of contemplating and thinking I have deduced that this is probably the most securest way I can express my thoughts and opinions without it being leaked. That, and also I find it almost impossible to meet you face to face for an actual discussion. Since your busy, which I understand (and congratulations on the new battleship you have acquired), I have decided to write instead so it would not bother your time schedule as much.
The fact of the matter, Lord Moka, is that I’m bored, I’m worried, and am thirsty for more than just the typical stuff that I do / am doing for years over and over again.
I have known you for how long now? A several years? I still remember back then when you let me in to the Liberty Rogues after VR- fell into ruin. At one point of view I guess it’s a shame that the terrorist organization fell after the pressure of the Hellfire Legion was too great to keep the leader sane... at the same time it was something that I guess needed to happen for me to be where I am today. And I thank you for it... and also for letting me in without that horrible test thing. Like before, I’d follow you anywhere. When that business with the PLR started and you sent the invite then I knew where to go and who to leave behind. I guess you can say it’s the primary reason why I’m here in the PLR now and not just off in space. I wouldn’t have stayed in the LR- anyway with the new leadership. Couldn’t stand it. You know what I mean.
What kept me going the most was my involvement in the Buffalo Wing. It gave me some purpose other than just pirating like any other pirate out there. Let’s face it Sir, after a while of rinse and repeat pirating trader after trader and running from the law then it gets repetitive. I’m not saying it was bad. It was just the same... and I was mostly running solo at the time as well. The times when through the Wing I could hunt down targets gave me the most thrill, or at least something other than the usual. An adrenalin rush. Although.... all that pirating money DID pay off for the Bloody.Birth in the end.
The point is that as I came to PLR, I have went back to the same routine again. Different routes, different group, but always flying solo. And always the same task to pirate traders and corporations.
Rinse and repeat.
Rinse and repeat.
The few times, however, such as the fight in Shikoku was a great little opportunity to do something finally different. But other than that...
Rinse and repeat.
After the years of working with the people around me, I have lost trust in them. Yes I know you might tell me to shut up now and suck it up. I get it. But how can I trust someone after them threatening to kill me, or rude remarks ending in arguments and hate, etc.
Thing: I'll just say this. People might trust her. You might trust her. On a personal level though, I don’t. I used to. But I probably never will again.
Buster: Never liked him and probably never will. Why? We have similar likings and a distaste for each other. Piss my bear off and you piss me off. He still owes me a gun.
Tori: Kid was ok... Until she tried a ****ing fast one on me.
Siren: She’s a bot. A bot with feelings and might I add uncontrollable ones that almost got me killed ON MY OWN ****ING SHIP AND ENDANGERING MY CREW.
Sorrin: WHO THE **** LET HIM IN!
Heidi: Don’t know. Probably alright but I wouldn’t count on anything. She might have a grudge on me for... eh... don’t worry about it.
Amy: You know... after that incident we had... I oddly enough don’t mind her.
Jason: Was a friend and is still one. Probably my only real bud around here.
And everyone else that’s new? I wouldn’t trust them. Don’t know them too well... and I’d rather they settle in first and learn a bit more around the place. Might give some time to reveal if I want to have anything to do with them.
As for your assistants I mentioned and my opinion on them, no offense. Just being honest.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been doing things and trying to occupy my time. I have been looking over some gun blueprints. Studying them. Equipment too. I was thinking of making my own little armory of sorts. Just in case, you know? Being in the PLR has opened to a new realm of possible equipment worth exploring for my personal interests. I was thinking if anything to go out and look for some guns worth collecting and toying with... seeing how they tick and work... seeing what makes the special ones so powerful and deadly.
It’s a start I guess. But is it enough to keep me going?
Moka. I have been on your side from the start and frankly, you’re the only one I really do trust. And I guess that’s a good thing... or I’d be not here right now. The point is that I hope you can trust me. Why do I say this?
I want you to give me an assignment.
Something to do.
Something to keep me busy.
Let me have the opportunity to unleash hell on someone.
Let me use my energy on something more than just the typical things done around here.
So you degrade my
staff, tell me your bored
and further more insinuate
that I actually have time to
deal with inconsequential
matters such as my loyal
followers bickering over
who trusts who and
why. So here is
what you will do.
You are to embark on a
trip to all foreign territories.
Find who is a friend to me
and our cause and who
quite simply are not.
Don't come home until
you know all there is to
know about our friends
and our enemies.
I don't care for order,
I don't care how you do it.
Just find out who are Rogue
friends and who is not.
FROM: JACKSON STONE
TO: LORD MOKA
LOCATION: PADUA BASE
SECURITY: HIGH
IMPORTANCE: MOKA AND HIM –ONLY--
Dear your –Merciful- Lord Moka,
After some of your staff had almost killed and wiped out the whole base I would conclude that someone would need to have the balls to, yes, degrade them. More than once I had to stop and clean up the mess before our little organization would be wiped out from the inside.
Yeah, I grew quite bored of babysitting. I grew quite bored of doing normal day-to-day lane robberies. Blame my need for some excitement.
Your much valuable time that you took to reply though has been noted, and quite frankly I can’t thank you enough. I’d much rather be shot by my enemies than by people I am associated with. But I guess some people would wish that would be the case.
Well guess what.
I’ll come back with your intel, your lordship.
The last thing I’ll do is give the people that are against me the satisfaction of never seeing me again as long as they live.