Greetings,rogues
My name is Varok and I'm an simple junker.Few minutes ago two rogues named Make.Me.Proud and LR.Hole.in.the.wallet stoped my trade lane in California system.My friend, Junk_collector was taxed with 400,000 SC and then they asked me to drop my codeaname prototype weapons! I couldn't drop so precious guns so they attacked me.I didn't return fire but I fled.I docked on an navy station and waited for them to leave.Now I'm sending my complains to their leaders!
THIS IS REVOLTING!We are allies!
I want those pilots to be punished for their deeds! :angry:
Son, just because you're a Junker it doesn't mean you have a get out of Piracy free card!
It might be those boys needed them Codenames, for high level Rogue business!
Maybe they're even on a mission in coordination with the Congress!
*laughs*
You'll get over it, I'm sure.
Time for me to leave before the Rogues realise I'm hacking their transmissions!
Suck it up!
|:Incoming Trnsmission:|
|:Comm ID Crime Boss Sylpheed:|Location:
|:Location: Alcatraz Depot, California System, Rogue Space:|
|:Message Begins:|
Awwww diddums,
"Pwease daddy make the nasty piwates go away...." Seriously what do you think this is, kindergarten? Grow a spine man. It's a rough old place, and you just met some nasty folks. Be glad you didn't meet me, I'd have had you in pieces before you could have docked.
Suck it up.
Sylpheed Out.
|:Transmission Ends:|
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.
Hahahaaa *coughs* Wait, wait. I told ya laughin' hu'ts me preddy bad. So fi'st, we let ya Mate full of Gold jus' pay a few lousy Credits *coughs* Then we let'm go right? Then we saw ya, fi'st ya had lot'sa Pods of Rogues in ya Hold, then ya were bein' an Ass to us *coughs* Ya refused to pay a bit, we offered ya to pay back the Cash'n ya give us the Guns. Ya dun' want to, sayin' we're Allies. Ah well *coughs* I'm notta Friend of some rand'm Junkah shoutin' Crap at me'n sendin' ugly Statics. Like I woulda love backstabbin' Junkahs. Ya refused to give us the Guns, ya had time given. Ya dun' wanna give me what I like? *coughs* Ya die, quickly's it is. I'm outta this Chann'l *coughs* mah Throat hu'ts, please dun' make me laugh 'gain 'nytime soon.
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"
I was was there, you wouldn't have gotten away. Fear the Bloodhound. Fear it.
Oh, and just because you occasionally take our under-the-table goods does not make us buddy'ol'pals, got it? Junkers pay the price if they're not helping us.
*coughs* Dammit, I told ya notto make me laugh 'nymore *coughs* 'nyway, ya think ya lil' Junkah can do 'nythin' in ya stupid Recyclah? *coughs* Ahh, goddammit, mah throat. Ya ovah there, gimme some Watah. Well how 'bout a lil' offah? Ya pay me 150 Million Credits 'cause ya've been 'nnoyin' me'n hu'tin me'n I let ya live? *coughs* I think that preddy nice from me.
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"
*coughs* Ya're tryin' to kill me eh? Stop makin' me laugh all the way into the Broth'l. I'm a Rogue, I cuddle with Universal Pilots, I give lil' Kiddos Sweets'n make love to Junkahs *coughs* Oh wait...I'm a Rogue, muggin' 'verythin' I see, stealin' plunderin', smugglin', rapin' 'n killin' *coughs* That's what I am doin'. I dun' know if ya're dreamin' right now, but I'm definatly not what ya're thinkin'.
'n no *coughs* I'm not shuttin' up mah Mouth until I have ya Head hangin' on mah Beast o' got the Credits I off'red ya. Stop wastin' mah Time Boy *coughs* if I see ya, then ya're simply dead.
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"