BHG| recruitment

[Fallon]

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--CommID: Neve--
-Ship Details: Manta 2 Debs 4 Prometheus Mini Razor AU-VIII Nukes

Well the Hawk Days were edgy, not the most powerful bird in Sirius and I was making my own way working for the houses freelance and buying what I could as I went along. I prefered scouting for traders as oppossed to escorting them because the liberty Rogues had started employing a lot more very Heavies Bombers and GB's so my little Hawk was always outgunned.
I didn't always escape the wrath of the pirates, three Liberty Rogues in particular got very annoyed when they realized I had diverted a pair of tankers hauling gold ore out of their grasp. In the battle that followed I barely escaped. Not a bot CM or mine left to throw at them as I watched their last Hornet missile sail past my port side and inexplicably miss. Well we all get a lucky break sometime I guess. I landed what was left of my ship (which wasn't much) and headed for the bar to calm my nerves. Thats when the contracter found me. My rep was very good with the Bounty Hunters it was about to get better!
Gregory Chapel was his name, A retired Bounty Hunter and an old friend of my fathers he had come to take me to Sheffield Station on board what had to be the most heavily armed pelican I had ever seen.
'€œ Your Dad tells me you fly a Hawk'€ he said
'€œThats right!'€ I said, feeling quite defensive even though there was nothing in his tone to indicate I was being mocked.
'€œNot any more'€ he said grinning broadly.
At Sheffield Chapel did all the work. He knew everyone and he was well liked. He got me signed up as an independent Bounty Hunter introduced me to some good people that would keep work coming in and finally led me to the hangar. The Manta stood under a long strobe light. It bristled with guns some of which I'd never seen before.
'€œ My old ship!'€ he said lovingly '€œShe always brought me home no matter what I did to her'€ his hand patted the hull, his gaze drifted, his mind wandered away then snapped back '€œThose prometheus guns cost me more than I care to remember'€ he said, motioning at the weapons that I had failed to recognize. '€œAnd now mr Neve she's yours. Treat her well and she'll keep you well kid!'€
I was speechless.
'€œBefore I hand her over to you lets go break a bottle at the bar kid I wanna say bye to her properly'€

Signed,

Neve

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