There is this thing I have for people who have style. Even if they're on the worst end of my gun, I can't not respect them.. And let alone if they're a future ally. I really don't remember the first time I ran into someone from the 101st, but I do remember the first time I ran into the guy leading them. There are a lot of Casts around Liberty, but they're not of the pleasant type. Drug dealers, pimps, junkies, muggers. Right before meeting that one guy from the 101st, I was under the impression that Casts are dedicated to spoiling Sirius, sticking their fingers into every single shady business they can find. But then I run into this certain Jameson persona who's leading a well organized Navy-type group, who usually stay up in Omicrons and Taus, where the Casts first came from. Can't say I wasn't impressed.
It was during this one fight in front of Manhattan, where a bunch of Raiders were up against an armada of Navy ships which was the usual deal, but there were also a wing of 101st ships there, acting all italian and ripping the Navy a new one with their shiny toys, and there was this one person they called "administrator" who seemed to be their boss, and I have to say, from the first glance that guy seemed to be a man of taste - The type I can't not respect. Even when the hackers in that fight were flying mainstream Sabres, that guy was in a Bayo geared up with Krakens, shaking off nearly a dozen ships off his back, and he was doing a damn good job. Now, with someone like that in the fight, I couldn't really stand aside and watch, could I?
That was a tough fight. Seemed like the Navy was throwing in all they had just to get that Jameson persona blasted into space dust. Nothing half a dozen of good bomber pilots couldn't handle though. Once the fight was over, we each went our own way, but there was something needed to be done so I could contact them again in future to get some stuff going with them so I can get to know their group better - And that's where the beauty of being a Freelancer proved to be useful. It was rather funny though... Me, sitting on a massive pile of money, and contacting the 101st about my "payment" for that fight. I was sure they wouldn't offer more than pocket change and I wasn't doing it for the money.. But what the hell did they know?
