I've been thinking about it for a while now. I am now resolute.
I shall use my.. talents and affinities to start a, ah, franchise of my own.
The logical choice is what I've always been good at, and what I've done out of whim so far - murder. That lovely thing that pumps whatever is going through these veins of mine.
And indeed, what better way to do something than by connecting business and pleasure!
I have everything I need - my trigger finger, the Frosty Grip, the only thing I care about in this universe, and plenty of rounds to send anything down under.
Now, all I need is a contract, and those are plenty.
First I'll have to get a bit of a reputation, of course, but that will come with time.
For now, I'll stick to those lowly mass deals every street urchin is all about. Despicable, but got to start somewhere.
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That's it, I've struck my first contract. Nothing too big, some pirate hassle down up at Sigma 13. The GMG's paying me a hefty sum though, seems they've been naughty little scoundrels. They also promised some new equipment for my ship, and as I say, you can never get enough guns and money.
Hopefully, they'll be easy pickings.
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Slippery little bastards, those. The Crimson Sails they called themselves. However, noone's going to be calling them anything anymore it seems.
And it was worth every scrape on my hull. A million credits was the payment, which is worth almost as much as my ship. And, due to their "immense grattitude", I managed to procure some of their Skyblasts.
Could this get any better?
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Haven't written anything in quite a bit. Too busy with some law related hassle down in Bretonia. Seems I'm no longer wanted there by "Her Majesty"'s men. They're not doin anything.. drastic, but boy oh boy, I'm not feeling the love, not feeling the love at all.
Oh well, that could only mean one thing - more targets. And that's precisely what happened.
Took up a contract for Kusari to get rid of a few of Bretonia's fighters here and there.
And quite the mercenary's dream happened. I came to Leeds and found a patrol away from the Derby and, of course, after some quick chats and giggles on their account, proceeded to kill them.
Then out of the blue, this pirate gunboat appears and, those idiots, they pay me a million credits to disengage and another to assist with the gunboat. No sweat and easy money.
Of course, I attacked them again later, the muppets. They sure can be thick, as I told that stuffy officer of theirs.
And anyways, where was I? Ah, yes. So I didn't quite manage to kill them after, too many of them, plus a cruiser appeared and was looming over me.
But that's alright. The very next day a few of those idiots came near Stokes and fought some Kusari gunboat. Managed to swat two of those Bretonian flies easy. More money.
At this rate, I'll be retiring rather soon.
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