He died with a smile on his face. He was my father. He was smiling because he knew he no longer had to deal with all the strife and poverty that he had plague the latter years his entire life. It wasn't always bad for him, as he liked to tell me often, as he used to be a member of the LPI and live a good life off of his wages. That was before his ship malfunctioned due to shoddy maintenance and left him paralyzed on one half of a body. However, the pencil pushers that ran the LPI refused to give him disability since the claimed the accident wasn't due to a malfunction of the craft but poor piloting by my father. What a load of BS.
As for me I spent my childhood mother who had left my father while he was still in LPI. Ironically enough, she left him because, "He was too attached to his job". However, I did see my father from time to time during the brief periods in his post-LPI life that he was able to earn enough cash for an apartment. As I grew older, I grew to hate LPI and the pencil pushers that run Liberty more and more for what they did to my father.
Seeing my father embrace death as his only escape was the last straw. I will not... no can not sit idly by anymore. So now I contact you and hope that you accept me into your ranks. I will gladly help you dismantle the corrupt bureaucracy that is currently running Liberty, and I will smile while doing it.
Well, Terrance, thats a story I know all too well. I gave the LPI a good chunk of my life too. And you have my condolences.
Now on to business. You seem like you got the motivation but can you even handle a ship? I'm not too keen to having someone flying with me thats just as likely to take me out with some foolish mistake as they are the target. If not, I'm sure we could find you a place in the kitchen or scrubbing the floors.
Ah yes, I guess I forgot to mention any previous experience I had. Well I wouldn't say I am an ace pilot but I do know my way around a fighter. I spent several years as a freelance escort pilot for various trade corporations to scrape together a living. So I can be of use in a fighter.
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Hey, Gents.
The name's Ronald Socha. Ronnie.
I wanna work for you. If you'll have me.
You probably want to know who I am.
It's not a long story. You probably heard such a million times.
I've been flying escorts for DSE. Back in times when the Pittsburgh Lane was bursting with transports, Rogues were all after us, we were all after 'em...
I was young, had wife, had plans.
Then they had to cut down employment because of "strong competition".
They fired me.
At first, I was thinking that I'll hook up with Ageira or Universal. But they didn't want me.
So I started to freelance. And drink.
Drink mostly.
My wife left me.
Had a couple of bar fights - that's the reason for my pretty face.
I even wanted to start my own company. With no cash and no real employment, I had to borrow some cash from friend of a friend of a friend... I'm sure you know how it works.
Was a mistake. Now Rogues hate me and the feeling's mutual.
So yeah... that's about it. I don't drink that much anymore.
I decided that I'll try to hook up with you. Xenos.
Something to eat, some place to sleep and a purpose I'm dedicated to anyway. That's all I need.
Oh, one more thing... they used to call me Razor... back in old times.
Sounds like you've had a rough road to travel. And its not the typical story I hear but I can feel you.
We can give you a bed and place to sleep, might not be the best but its enough. Only thing that bothers me is that I'm not sure about your motivation. Times like these, though, we can't nitpick over every little thing. Besides, you try anything funny and you get to see just what a plasma bolt to the head feels like.
If you can get a ride, cruise on over to the Copperton Field. I'll have the patrols looking.
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Hello? Good day. I'm Bruce Tailor, an independent freedom fighter, terrorist, xeno, idiot, etc. You call it, I'm just listing up the media quotes. But what is the most important - I want to team up with your movement because of bounty hunters, mercenaries, general discordance between our man and so on and so forth. Anyway, I'm ready to take my 'ol Eagle in space once again with you to beat the crap out of foreign dogs, government ignorants and other troublemakers.
Mister Tailor, you seem like quite the interesting individual. Get your Eagle ready and fly over to the Copperton Field, our patrols will meet you there. We'll supply the duct tape.
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Yo whats up?
Just got released from Huntsville penitentiary.
Been locked up there ever since the Pittsburgh riots.
I threw a brick at a LPI officer who had me cornered, out of self defense,
didn't know what those cops were planning to do with me.
Got charged for attempted murder , in jail I became one.
I've had all the time to hear about you guys though and it seems I've missed out on a lot.
My motivation is stronger then ever , the greed of the rich man stole valuable years of my life.
I still believe we can restore Liberty to its former glory , a place where any Libertonian can get by.
So here I am.
All I have are the clothes I'm wearing and these cool glasses.
And of course my memories of better days.