Greetings you down trodden thieves and chem addicted marauders. Looking at you Alcatraz.
I'm looking to host a little event for the masses of rogues in liberty, All rogues enter, one leaves with 100 mil in their pocket. That's enough to become at the very least a well respected individual... or a corpse victim of cutthroat. Now I mentioned that the winner of the entire brawl gets 100 mil, but what I didn't mention is I'll be flying around the field in my Jackal amidst all the fighting. Now if you can catch me and take me out, then that's another 50 mil in your pocket to whoever downs my ship. Toward the 10 minute mark of the fight I'll call everyone towards the center of the field for a massive scrap rather than outlying 1v1s, bring your A game or you'll be going home with one less ship. Uploading data and ending transmission.
It seems Dwayne figured it out, but I left this comm open for anyone to respond to it to let us know you're coming. When it comes down to it though I don't care who shows up as long as you're following the guidelines. I gotta get back to disemboweling traders. See ya next week.
Now that I back, after being in lock-up, and you personally,checking-up on me in the bar, I feel it's only Necessary for a Lady like myself to return the favor after I pick up the extra 50 Million. *She giggles* Don't worry I won't aim for the legs or anything, Just to clip Quaffle. *She bust out into a laugh* Light fighter for Light Fighter. I'll also be bring out my Jackel
Amy Hawthorne. Veteran of the Liberty Rogues
Oi.
Heard yer makin' some shootin' gallery sort of deal over 'ere. Don't mind if I Bactrian my way over yonder? Course you don't. I ain't going ta say much more than that, the others were already fancy enough.
Prize money? Whatever. I'm looking for fun and excitement after 8 years in the cooler, and nothing says 'fun' to me like schooling some fools with a freighter. Better believe I'll be there.
Transmission Ends
Be kinder than necessary, because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
J.M. Barrie
Incoming Transmission Liberty Rogues Cameron 'Uriel' Drake Yeehaw
Ye' kinda pulled my pants down there, fella'. You ain't were a shower on this shtick, man. Really? Cowards oughta' pay up, lads. Them's the rules. Imagine what them others are gone' say when they hear ye' ain't even show up ta' yar own fuckin' tumble out in Penny.
First whos ship crashed on my windshield was them that whoever with the small-ass tiny insect of a ship. Crashed into ma' thing and blew up like sum' fire cracker. Next was one fatass that me and me' buddy Steve (ye' ain't specify we can't team up, man) chewed through. He ate so much laser I don't doubt him's be dead for good, fellas.
Then I kinda' stabbed me' friend in the back because I ain't about sharin' credits. No sir. Can't have that.
Gimmie' my fat stacks, man. One fifty and like seven zeroes.
I'll be waitin'.
Uriel,
Your particularly unfriendly neighborhood som'bitch.
Well if I hadn't gotten chased out of penn by a bunch of LPI dogs I would've shown. Though like the usual rogue you remain unimpressive and lackluster in conversation Uriel. Thought rogues like you who back stab their friends loved to get their pants pulled down. The only rules set in stone for this event were the ships the rogues were allowed to bring. The rest is just my word, and you should know the word of a rogue means zilch. Especially when he's been insulted. You might take a page from my book and learn some manners old man. Enjoy your payment.