UNLAWFUL CONTRACTS - GAIANS - Gaian Underloch

[Silver]

And before hugging my bottle of Jack Daniels for the night..
Nothing like shooting some anti-matter to ease off the stress.

.:Sea}{Biscuit ID Scan:.
.:That was a nice cookie:.

You can jack down another 1.000.000 SC from the tally.

Kisses,
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Zapp]

-( Incoming Transmission
-( Reaver Mercenary Company
-( James "Lemon" Hart - Company Grunt

Got a BMM miner with like, 2,200 gold ore or so, plus a BPA Paladin.

BMM Miner


BPA Paladin

-( Transmission Terminated

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[Ryummel]

-( Incoming Transmission
-( Reaver Mercenary Company
-( "Sapphire" Reaver

[color=#33CCFF]'ello there. This baffie' and I saved the compliments and enforced our respective duties. Here you have:

• BAF identification
  
• Hull breach!
  

[color=#33CCFF]Cash and that stuff would go to [color=#082567]Sapphire.Reaver
See ya'.

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[Silver]

To finish this baby..
I bring you a Mando and a loaded BMM.

So nice.
Kerploded in such a dandy way.

.:Mrs_Claudia ID Scan:.
.:Cargo Scan:.
.:Pop goes the Beemer:.

.:MM~Shushy' ID Scan:.
.:And it went boom:.

And with Sapph's and Lemon's claims, the tally is now on -1.000.000 SC.
Guess it's time for us to collect those 2.000 guns we ordered.

*Smiles*

I just love the smell of new guns.

Kisses,
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Nature's Last Hope]

INCOMING MESSAGE
Your manager: Jonah Blint

[color=#FFFFFF]

Ai. Good job, Reavers. One million is headed ovah' ta Silver, an' da guns be packaged up an' ready to go. Holmfirth base, moor 14. Good job again ladies an' gentlemen. Lookin' forward ta' otha' kills.

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[Stygian]

Popped a BAF boy in Dublin earlier. Hope you like it.

• BAF Fighter: ID, Kill Shot
  

1 million to Amethyst.Reaver

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[BaconSoda]

-( Incoming Transmission
-( Reaver Mercenary Company
-( John "Pumpernickel" Mackinac

Hi there. I return now to Islay. Yes. Islay. Where the food is *cough* delicious and the halls smell really *cough* good. Much better than that musty old Luxury Liner next door. Hate that place. It's terrible. All the women run around without any dignity with their clothes almost off. I would rather they put on a nice sandwich outfit and advertise the House of Reuben. Terrible people. Terrible.

Anyway, this is what I'm buying with today.

Bretonian Pot Pie
Crispy

So. Uh. One million credits to Pumpernickel.Reaver? Nah, just send them over to Amethyst. He deserves it more. He's the one with a CD. I just flail around uselessly lobbing missiles at random, endangering myself and others. Mostly myself and enemies.

Delicious!
~John Mackinac

-( Transmission Terminated

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.

[Nature's Last Hope]

INCOMING MESSAGE
Your manager: Jonah Blint

[color=#FFFFFF]

Hmm...guess we gots ourselves a pickle 'ere. Yah see, da BAF bounty be open ONLY fah' Gullveig. Ah only opened it fah' ya boys an' girls ta' knock up da bounty kills fa' da guns. Dat bounty be unfortunately off yah limits fah' now. Sorry.

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[Silver]

Whooops.

Sorry 'bout that, Jonah.

Ya know how it goes, new toys to play with, and them boys get excited.

I'll be sure to spank them for killing Baffies out of the bounty.

Yes.. I'll spank them for doing that..

*Laughs*

Kisses,
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Stygian]

This time around little mister bounty hunter goes boom. Lovin' the guns by the way.

• Hunter Bomber: ID, Kill Shot
  

1 million to Amethyst.Reaver

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