Name Anthony Salvatore Thomas Alabaster Chuck Woodall
"Erebos" Age 31 47
"36" Occupation Dockworker Pirate Suspected Slaver & Smuggler
Erebos was born Anthony SalvatoreThomas AlabasterChuck WoodallError: 0479630|Data Not Found in 795A.S782 A.S.Error: 0479630|Data Not Found. From an early age, he was up to no good. Stealing purses, conning people out of their credits, or just outright assaulting them for their belongings. He managed to skate by on Probation until he turned legal age in Error: 0479630|Data Not Found when he escaped the well of Manhattan and ventured out into space to join the Rogues.
Erebos wasn't cutout for piracy as he wasn't that great of a combat pilot. Other Rogues hated having him on their patrols as more often than not, he nearly died during combat and transports would escape his grasp due to his inept ability. Because of this, the leadership began assigning him instead to Smuggling operations, where he appeared to thrive. He began branching out from here into Hacking and Murder for Hire as his capabilities with a weapon were not the same as his inability to pilot a ship during combat. In 827 A.S he killed a slaver during a contract hit and stole his ship to utilize in smuggling operations which he crashed on Manhattan a year later attempting to dodge LPI patrols. Luckily, he survived. Not being kept down, he nursed himself back to health and stole a Freighter off a landing pad while posing as a Dockworker and continued his smuggling operations independent from the Rogues.
He found a small station tucked away in some obscure system near Liberty but it wasn't his for long. After while, that station's original owner returned and turned his entire crew and empire into dust, threatening him to never return. Left without a home, Erebos began bunking on his Pilgrim Liner...until it nearly killed him breaking down in the depths of space. He was rescued by a woman, practically a girl, flying a ship of similar build. She called herself, Frostbyte, and offered to hire him on her crew of smugglers and neerdowells. With nothing else to do (and no ship) he reluctantly agreed, vowing to steal her ship and kill her the moment he got the chance. However, he was thwarted at every turn due to her having eyeballs in the back of her head. Now, he begrudgingly has respect for the little twerp due to her skill at smuggling as well as finding routes and shortcuts.
The defacto second in command of their little operation, he's been restoring his ship in Puerto Rico at the shipyards there. He's since renamed it to the How 'bout it? as a running joke. No one seems to understand the joke, but apparently he does.
With his empire in ruin and his new home in it's infancy, it remains to be seen whether or not he can help build upon it to create something amazing, or if he will die in a ditch just as everyone assumed he would as a child.
Either way, there's money to be made.
Known Owned Ships
Ship ID How.'bout.It? Ship Type Slave Pilgrim Liner Hold Size 4.300 Units Equipped Hardware Standard Bolter Turrets
Expanded Life Support Systems for...cargo.
Rebuilt and custom fitted drive bays for extended operating time The AGoNY began its life as a Liner that regularly shuttled passengers to and fro from Colorado to New York before the era of Jump Gates. Once Ageira created their breakthrough technology, many of these ships were left to the wayside; collecting rust, dust, and must in the debris fields of the house systems. The ships original name was "A Ship Going to New York", however over the years spent abandoned in the Pennsylvania Debris Field in New York, the name rubbed off to only have the letters that spelled AGoNY on its hull.
After around 600 years, the ship was recovered by a slaver named "Victoria Quinn". Her ruthless Slaving never made headlines but she was a violent and uncompromising woman. She met her grizzly end at the hands of revolting slaves onboard the ship and it was left to rot in Tau-37 near the Tau-23 jump hole until it was recovered by someone with the callsign of Erebos. It hasn't been seen since it's recovery, but reports indicate that it has been seen in Kepler, Kusari, and some regions of the Edge Worlds over the past few weeks.
It's hull has been repaired multiple times and its weapons systems are stout but in the end only for show when going up against the ships that would see it's destruction. It had a mount for a cloaking system, but considering the ship is so ancient and it's power systems hanging on by a thread, it was removed to make more space for the expanded life support systems used for hauling it's cargo. The ship is rarely seen outside of shuttling it's cargo between the independent systems and the worlds which utilize its services.
Shortly after it's malfunction and derelict state, it's been being refurbished at Vieques Shipyards with the money he has obtained from his other ventures. Renaming the ship the How 'bout it?, he hopes to be back out in space before long.
Known Accomplices
Ship ID Dashing Ship Commander Mr. Dashing Ship Type Anki Freighter Hold Size 650 Units Equipped Hardware Prototype Weaponry
Standard Engines Not much is known about "Mr. Dashing". He's been known to throw in his assistance behind who ever pays him the most or whom is most likely to win. Not much of a fighter, but often times is able to slip past authorities or talk his way out of a situation, including using bribes. Presently is the only one responsible for smuggling VIP's off of Manhattan for Erebos but it is rumorerd there are other pilots willing to do the dirty job.
Name "Erebos" Location Radioactive s**thole Subject Operation Primo Worth $1.273.554
Well, here we are...I finally managed to do it. It took me years to get to this point. Scamming, pirating, and conning old broads out of their precious pensions to get into a ship and station far out in the middle of nowhere. Population: rad meds, me, some enforcers, and about a thousand VIP's painstakingly smuggled off of Manhattan for the past month.
It wasn't all sunshine and unicorn farts, though. I had a few close calls over the past few weeks, even had an LPI...LSF...whoever the f**k, follow me back to the station at one point. Luckily I long since turned off access for just anyone to dock so he wasn't able to get onboard to free my bounty from their servitude. Hoping he doesn't report back our little operation to his buddies in Liberty. Last thing I need is those c*********s knocking down my door with their phallic ships and ruining everything. Not sure I could go back to Pirating again. Exhausting f***ing work that is. Most of the time the bleeding a******s just fly away screaming on open comms. for help and I have to wind up blowing them up anyway.
I've got some plans to reach out to the Outcasts up in Alpha to see if they're interested in the livestock. Hopefully it'll be the beginnings of a beautiful relationship with them. If they don't accept, that only leaves their uptight cousins, the Corsairs. Most of them are wound so f***ing tight they're squeezing out diamonds. Doubt they'd be interested in my wares. Sort've all hinges on the first introductions to whatever family is running s**t up there these days. Haven't been to Alpha in years ever since I got the chance to bed a pretty little thing in her daddy's mansion. I sure hope her pops didn't find out about about that or else I might be joining my cargo in the Cardamine fields.
Well s**t, time to get this gravy train rolling. These VIP p***ks sure eat a lot of food. Guess they're gonna learn the hard way how to fast in the coming months.
Haha!
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Name "Erebos" Location Tau-53 Subject Operation Primo (Part 2) Worth $1.009.242
We navigated through Kusari with no problems. To be honest, I'm kinda surprised. I figured someone would have caught up with us moving through Shikoku but nah, we were gravy. We made it to Tau-53 before pausing here for now until I get a response from the Outcasts. I sent them a transmission before we left and haven't heard s**t back yet, but it might take a day or so before I do. Hopefully not much longer than that, because I'm gonna need to start killing some of the livestock before long. I only have so much food with us to feed them before they all start dying of starvation. Hopefully it doesn't come to that.
...not because I grew a conscience or something in the past 24 hours, but because I don't want to cut into my profits any. These b*****ds cost a enough money to buy from their handlers. I want to make at least some of that back. F**kin' hell, this waiting s**t is boring.
Maybe I can find something to entertain me in the meantime.
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Name "Erebos" Location Omicron Beta Subject Operation Primo (Final) Worth $222.009.242
Well s**t.
I got no response from my transmission and I'm not about to resubmit it. I'll just keep runnin' the cargo up to them and if I run into someone at some point maybe that'll open a line of communication. The dockworker wound up giving me a cool 221 million credits for my haul. It was all I could do not to f**king tap dance across the tarmac when he gave me the credit chit.
We boogied it out of there quickly before they changed their minds or some large battleship decided to blow us to pieces. It was a risk, but the livestock was eating up all our resources. The only option was to put a bullet in their heads one by one to conserve resources while waiting for a response to our communication or make a mad dash for Malta to drop the haul...still not sure if that was the right decision.
We're headed to another location in Omicron Beta one of my crew mentioned. He's being tongue in cheek about where we're going, all he's saying is I'll be surprised. I don't like surprises...they tend to f**k s**t up.
Ah well, at least I'll die a multi-millionare if I wind up biting it.
Two hundred and twenty two million credits m***********s!
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Name "Erebos" Location ???? Subject Mysteries in Space Worth $198.391.130
I'll admit, I was surprised by what they showed me.
I'd heard about alien structures in space but never saw em' for myself before. Damn thing was huge. They wanted me to jump through the bleedin' thing. At first I told them to go and f**k themselves. Who the hell in their right f**kin' gourd jumps their ship through an alien gate? They convinced me there were riches on the other side though...and as someone who doesn't leave credits sitting on the table, I jumped with my eyes wrenched shut.
We arrived in atmo of a massive planet. We flew past the ancient ruins of a long lost civilization to a small station that was hoarding the relics from said ruins. We used some of our ill gotten gains to load up our hold and departed the atmosphere into a completely different part of Sirius. Once I got my bearings, we hauled the load through Rheinland and back to a small Freeport in California, making another cool 50 million credits. Not a bad haul...at least the relics weren't crying and begging to be let go the entire trip.
When we go back to our little slice of radioactive hell, we found that our contractor was busy in our absence and had more crying livestock waiting to be exported to the edge worlds. We paid him his 70 million credits per the contract we made with him and went to work loading up the cargo...we didn't even have to shoot any of them this time to get them moving...the overhead just got a little lower.
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Name "Erebos" Location ???? Subject Thieving Pricks Worth $831.642
Things've been s**t.
Lost my freighter in a tussle with a Gaian who wanted their tech back. Lost our little slice o' paradise in Kepler, and to add insult to injury, one of my "crew" ran off with most've the credits we'd been workin' with.
F**kin' prick. So now I'm startin' over. Complete with a new slice o' paradise, and back ta runnin' the merchandise. Might've even picked up a new associate to help with the cargo runnin'. We'll have to see how that pans out in the future.
Back to the beginning thanks ta thievin' pricks.
Hopefully that connection with the outcasts pans out. Would do wonders for our income.
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Name "Erebos" Location Puerto Rico Subject Junkin' Worth ????
Well, f**k me runnin'. The past few weeks have been s**t as usual.
The piece of s**t ship broke down in the middle of bleeding space a few weeks back, leaving me stranded if not for this little brat finding me hanging in the middle of space. A small thing named Frostbyte. Yeah, wouldn't give me her real name either like it was some big secret. Tried offing her a couple of times and stealing her ship but she always stayed one step ahead of me every time. One of her f**king contraptions nearly killed me for my trouble the last time so I got the message.
Glad I did too, turns out she's some kind of savant with hacking and smuggling. I figure I'll stick around and see how she runs things. Maybe get an idea for my own little empire. She even hooked me up with a place in Puerto Rico to fix my hunk'o'junk. All that after I tried to kill her half a dozen times. Maybe she ain't so bad after all. Funny that.
Been working hard at getting this ship back into working order after the f**king reactor nearly took off half the ship. Been slow going but there's ample scrap around this place to make use of. Guess I'm a Junker now...ah well, better than being dead I guess.
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