*Feedback fades into the ambience of a fighter cockpit*
HELOOO.... IS THIS THING... AW DAMNIT....
*recording cuts out*
*recording resumes*
There, Jesus, I swore i lost this thing... managed to find some damn junker peddling it on Manhattan. Must have gotten it when they cleaned my apartment on Newark out.
Well well well, where to begin.... Uhh...
*scratching of a beard*
It's been a while i guess, Don't have the Aerie anymore, but I heard the Gyrfalcon's been impounded by the brets. Some smart cookie noticed it in the hangar here and had it shipped back to them as it was their design originally. Guess that's a good thing. Sent them a message, they said it's in the holding area in southhampton shipyard, but man oh man the fees are gonna bankrupt me.
As to where I been, well... took the Aerie into outcast space, had some hot tips on some gathering of big-wigs, was gonna roast whatever station they were meeting in and collect a pretty penny for my troubles. Sad part is, it was a damn motherf****** doublecross.... some slimy weasly bastard in the guild got wise with some cardi heads, sold em the info I'd be going to X spot at X time...
It was an ambush, ship was destroyed, but i nailed em good, and for my troubles, I was taken prisoner and turned into a slave. Guess they thought killin was too good fer the likes of me. I've been drugged, subjected to torture after torture, indignities without end... Hell, they even took my right arm, then, on a whim they had a cybernetic one attatched, and sent me to be a laborer. They underestimated my patience however. managed to steal little things, bits and pieces, they knew I was good with electronics so they had me doing real basic stuff, workin on station powergrids, greasemonkeying around the wiring of ships... course this wasn't the pretty stuff, this was the junk their own techs were too scared to do, too dangerous they said... yeah... chickens.
Where was I though...
Oh yeah... *sound of a long gulp from a drink pouch*
Ahh... yeah... anyways, scrounged up bit and pieces, improved my arm somewhat, even managed to find an old laser pistol some schlub had lost under the deck plating, got the core and components out of it and built it into the arm here... *sounds of flexing metal joints and faint servos* Bided my time see, managed to get em complacent about this dirty broken slave... got on a little ship, some borderworlds transport hauling scraps, skeleton crew, no real guards... That laser came in handy. I offed the crew, and stole the ship for meself, managed to bullsh*** my way back into lawful space, and sold the clunker off for passage back to liberty.
Now, I'm sitting in a Guardian heavy fighter, orbitting manhattan bewteen patrols. Workin as a contractor for the navy isn't such a bad racket, I don't actually get paid, well, anything beyond basic living expenses and free maintenance, but in lieu of a naval salary I have some measure of freedom in what and where I do things, and most importantly, how. Yeah, that's the key... I got some restraints, some rules i have to abide by, but I'm weapons free when it comes to pirate scum, and believe me, I been rackin up the killcount.
Anyways... gonna turn this thing off, time to grab a hot cup of joe and some grub, then it's back into the black with me, got more bastards in need of my brand of "law an order".
*the recording clicks off with the sound of warming thrusters*
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.Cowboy : Back to being a bounty hunter due to Liberty politics, Flies a manta.
Gyrfalcon: The bounty hunting Bretonian corvette. At least, it will be if approved, Flown by "Cowboy" also.
LNS-Patriot : The little gunboat that could.... and then someday will be a beautiful LABC.
Freebyrd.II : insane trader/geneticist who has a whole hydro lab in his ship, he designs and grows his OWN.
Sky.High.Marin : Corsair praetorian pilot, with a love for fuzzy dice.
Kane.Taggart : Mad scientist in a hacker gunship being a buccaneer of the spacelanes.
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