Hillbilly

[Stoat]

Weeeell, ah's'a'gut mah noo ship, an she's rite purdy. Whenah din' git no reponse ter mah cawls ter Mactan, ah tuk mesel over there. One o' the Hackers, Phate 'is name were, give meh the go-ahead ter git mesel the Slipstream, but 'e din' menshun nuthin 'bowt no wepons.

Ah wuz wundrin whut ah shud do, when ah 'membered that dern LSF flyer, Fluid. 'e loads up wi' missiles, an' 'e allus gits meh, so ah rekons it's 'bout time ah evened the score. So ah hauled mesel up ter Leiden base in Galileo fer a cupla Debilitaters, then ah hauled ass ter Puerto Rico ter get sum serious missiles. Ah's awl tricked owt wi' a Firestalker an'a Cannonball! Yeeehaw!!

Ah gut back ter Rochester wi'owt runnin inter any trubble, cept fer sum merc inna Orca flyin roun' the station! Ah tellt him ter git, but whut cud ah do in mah lil' Slipstream. 'e left inner en', so ah tuk mesel off ter Colorado fer a bit o' huntin.

Jus' as ah were gettin ter one o' them lanes, a navy pilot pops up! Ah din' haf ter do nowt! Ah likes it when that haooens! 'e were rite cocky, but mah lurvly ship were able ter space 'im. Galen Anderson. He'd stripped mah guns, so ah had ter limp up ter Leiden agin, but they wuz happy ter fix meh up wi' sum more Debilitaters. Tha's anuther wun down fer Johnny. Tha's awl tha' matters ter meh



Ah's'll git 'em awl ter git ter Copeland, if'n ah has ter. An' Fluid. Ah owes him persnal like.

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[Stoat]

Well, tha' there Slipstream's ah rite nice ship 'n'awl, but them Hackers dun recall't it! Ah's'a had ter hawl mah sel' out ter Frankfurt ter replace it. Ah gut ter gi' the Slippy a kill tho. Ah runs inta a navy boy awl on 'is lonesome in Texas, so ah took him owt rite fast. 's'a gud way fer meh ter sez g'bye ter mah ship. An tha's anuther wun fer mah list.



Ah's'a gut mah sel' a Scimitar fer nows. Ah aint shure 's'as gud as mah Slippy, but ah fair lahks it. Ah wunner who's'll be furst fer meh ter skewer in it?

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[Stoat]

Mah Scimi's'a gawn now. 'least ah din' git shot ter hell an' back this tahm! Ah's'a gut mesel' wun o' them new bombers frum Puerto Rico fer a while, but ah din' like the durn thang. 'twere too heavy fer meh. So ah's gut mesel' over te Yanagi on a tip frum a buddy o' mahn, an' weeeell, ah's'a gut an rite fahn li'l ship. Ah aint rite keen on the paint job it's'a gut fer itsel', but asides frum tha' ah's'a well happy wi' mah Bull Dawg. Ah's'a had sum run-ins in her, an' so far ah's'a kept mesel' safe, fer the most part, leastaways.

So fars ah's'a tekken owt a transport tha' din' wanna pay meh fer sum protecshun, , an' sum navy boy inna bomber. Mah gun-cams is owt tho, so ah aint gut no record uv it. Ah's'a bin' wurkin' on 'em tho, an' ah rekins ah's'll git it fixed ternite.

Ah's helpt sum o' the less pop'lar folks in Liberty ter escape the law n'awl. Saronsen an' ProjectX wuz gettin' inter trubble in their gunships. Ah wuz able ter help Saronsen, but ProjectX took a nova before ah could do anythang.

Ah did run inter mah first Harvester the uther day. They's in creepy lookin' ships, an' no mistake. It had a few Junker lads on board, so ah ask't it ter release 'em to meh, so as ah cud tek 'em home. It did n'awl. If it weren't a machine ah's'd say it were e'en polite 'bout it! 's'a weird place we's'a livin' in.

Ah wuz huntin' mesel' wun o' the LSF a couple back. On her own, she wuz. Ah cawt up wi' her in Colorado, rite as a zeener, Sunbeam ah thinks it were, shows up flyin' wun o' them civi bombers. They starts mouthin' off ter each uther, so ah thinks ah kin git in thar an nail em both when theys no lookin. Afore ah noes it, the durn stoopid LSF gal's gawn an' gut hersel' blow'd ter bits, an' the zeener spots meh an' legs it! Ah cusst him gud though, an he were soon back. He'd swapt ter an Eagle tho. Ah wuz lucky an ion storm came along when it did, or ah'd have bin gettin' mesel' anuther Dawg frum Yanagi. Ah's'll be more careful next tahm.

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