Ha ha ha! I like this... Already gaining power, and staying true to what you've promised...
I remember you, faintly. I like the way you do things. To the point, I would like to help you with this. Yes, more personally than simply adding a tag to my ship. Perhaps we'll meet, and discuss this in greater detail.
"First off, welcome back, Joker. With your return on the scene, business may run better from now on.
Second. That 99 million life insurance you're offering here...
makes me believe that you're getting old, or losing your edge.
Anyway, just don't blow up Barrier Gate when you're in a crummy mood...
who knows maybe you'll see me escorting one of your subscribers... Hangman out..."
"The chief of all terror tourists is on a rampage again! Don't you know when you overlast your welcome?!
No one butchers sheeps in my willow. No one!! Should we meet, you and your bootlickers will have a date with my guns!
And you will get my whole attention! One bullet after another!!"
****Incoming Transmission****
****Comm ID: Arbiter Jack Crow****
****location: Classified****
Well, I'll give you credit for one thing son, you have provided some much needed entertainment round these parts. As for the rest'¦'¦'¦I lay in hell'¦.99 mil is a right big sum of money.
Tell ya what. I got a bag of old sweat socks and a few athletic supporters that need to be washed. That should make life interesting enough. You could even wear them on your head in your upcoming transmissions if you really want to get a laugh out of people.
>>> "Now, I don't think I am gonna be any trouble for you. I mean, what's one low-life drifter pilot gonna do to the likes of ya?"
>>> Laughter crackles over the comm-channel. Loud and heavy, till it ends in a fit of coughing.
>>> "But I gotta say, I can't agree with your message there. So, I'm against ya. And you might be thinking, what's one little scrap-heap in this big ol' space-dump? Well...The answer is simple, my dear clown."
>>> "I'm gonna get bigger. And bigger. And bigger. And then...I'll leave what happens then to your twisted little grey meat to dream up."
I see... Well, honestly, I feel like this is a good thing to happen to Sirius, especially since New York is nothing but... boredom or fleet after fleet of Corsairs, nom noms, the order, and whatever else crawls into it.
I will be glad to have my trading ship, as well as my mining ship, and my other ships under your name.
I have already taken to time to re-tag my ships with |J at the end.
Feel free to add these to your... supporters, I should say.
[Open transmission to the channel]
[Identity Confirmation Complete]
[Upload Secure: Unpackaging data.]
Vorandril is on the bridge of the Mantarok with a hand on the console and his chin resting in his other hand, lazily leaning against the armrest, "You've got to be kidding me..."
He chuckles quietly and then takes off his Fedora, "Oh boy, I'm looking forward to when I come through a wormhole and see bits of debris floating through space saying 'Joker didn't know when to stop telling bad jokes.' With any luck Mr. Pistol will be there to tractor you in."
Normally, Vorandril uses his index finger for his one-finger salute. This time he chose another one, "Get off the stage, clown. You're really not all that funny, and extortion is as likely to get you shot. Plus, there's enough issues in Sirius without you mucking things up more. As for all of you supporting him? You're a load of idiots. I'll see you all in the trade lanes, and my guns will be ready when you decide to start a fight."
[End of Message.]
[Ending transmission]
Fighting to your last breath is a benchmark, not a goal.