Comm ID: Leonardo Tigre
Receiver ID: To any Liberty Forces
Subject: Temporary Resignation
(//In Real Life, my brothers had re-formatted the computer for faster gameplay. Now I have lost the accounts I had, and now have to start from scratch... But that doesn't mean I can't roleplay bout it:D)
*The video feed comes alive, and the first image that can be seen is a man wearing a sad look that seems he was crying for hours before initiating the message. His background is that of the Medical Center Lobby, and by the looks of it is in Planet Erie.*
.....I.....
...*sigh*... Okay...
My fellowmen and women of the Liberty Navy... It has come with great saddness and dishonor that I... have to resign from the Liberty Navy...
There... I said it... It's not that I was forced to deport or anything...
It is merely of a personal matter...
Whether or not any of you guys have noticed, I wasn't doing any trading services, nor was I anymore active in daily patrols for the past week...
The fact is... My crew and I, while we were about to launch on our usual trading, were engaged on foot by 6 thugs. There was so much going on that I couldn't remember much...
What I can recall was that we were dueling in my estate... The thugs, armed with strange, blue translucent heavy-arms, were trying to kill me, my crew and my maid. The weapons they used were somewhat of Nomad-technology, and instantly defeated my estate's tachyon-defense mechanisms...
We won of course, but we paid a heavy price for the skirmish... It lasted for a whole day, and it left much of my home in shambles. The estimated costs for repairing it would take millions of credits...
But that wasn't the end of the story...
Most of us came out with only mild second-degree burns from their short-misses, but one of us wasn't so lucky... During the fighting, Mila was seriously injured in fatal areas, particularly suffering from third-degree burns and deep lacerations on her left abdomen and right leg, while suffering from a mild concussion on her head from falling debris.
We immediately took her to the Planet Erie Medical Center to heal her wounds. The doctor said her wounds limited her chances for survival to a desperate 25%, and even if she did survive, would possibly amount to millions of credits for health rehabilitation. Nevertheless I took the risk...
I waited for an agonizing 3 days for the surgery. While I waited, I had a talk with my other two crew members of the LNT-Vagabond, Faye and Mark... Apparently, at this rate of spending I would have to sell my Guardian and Mammoth to pay for the damages and the hospital bills. We finally agreed that they needed to go, and so we parted ways on the 2nd day...
I came to finally hear that Mila would survive the operation, but the final bill came at 10M credits to pay for the surgery and 10M too for the Rehab that she would take, but I was be assured that the rehab costs would cover all the necessary services, like a place to heal, food and other forms of treatment like entertainment... However, he also said the rehab time might be many weeks, perhaps even months.
Now I only have 8,500 Credits and that Starflier in the backup hanger of my estate.
I'm not saying that I am quitting the LN... I'm just flat broke to go on serving Liberty to my fullest potential...
I am sorry once again... The LN have been good to me, and is this how I repay them back? *sigh* *He then punches the wall beside him in a frustrated manner*...
... God speed ladies and gentlemen... and may the force be with you all...
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