"Thank you for the offer of drinks, but I'm afraid that alcohol adversely effects my implants to where I can't use them. I will have a water however, thank you. Previously we were known as the Children of Conviction. However, it seems as if those days have long since passed. Sirius has changed since the days of my youth. In those days being a mercenary meant something. These days, not so much.
Keller looked around the bar.
"I've seen s**t that would make most men vomit their entire intestines out. Done things that no man should ever do. Yet, here I am. I did it all for the glory of the Liberty Navy in their secret programs of murder and experimentation. Yet, here I am.
"I don't mean to bore you Mr. Kane, but I will say this: We do still take contracts from patrons. Vadim here said that you all may be looking for one such contract from us. We do smuggling, assassinations, protection, among other things that are of the less than legal type. Although, I was briefed that you are in talks with Liberty and Bretonia for peace. So before I offer my services to you in any form of contract, I must let you know: Our goal is to topple the evil and sinister houses and put, in their place, a much more transparent government that doesn't do the types of things that led to my creation in the first place.
"We are no where near the capacity we once were. I was locked up in Bretonia for a long time, and the Conviction crew seems to have gone their own ways. I have about 10% of my old fighting force collected again, but that is no where near enough to do the things we did once before."
You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark. Roleplay is dead. Long live Powertraders and PvP I guess.
