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*Loud bangs and cursing*
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Begain Transmission
*snaphiss*
Is this thing on?
Hmmph. Ayup, guess it is. Allrigh, I'm Mikhail. Mikhail Alestrom. Guess you'd be sum muckety muck in tha congress. Welp, that does er fer introductions.
It occured to me tother day, I'm tired a runnin aroun Liberty bein chased by every swingin....by every idg...by anybody what has a ship an a greedy nature. Now, don be gettin me wrong, I haint scared a no fight. It's jus theres only so much as one man can do with a starflea. So, after killin a passel of Xenos an thier ilk, I figured I'd talk ta one yourns. I mean, yall like explorin, and I like explorin. Yall like making a cred here an there and mixing it up with tha Xenos, too.....
*snapcrack* Whas that Woman, speak up! *mumbles from a distance*
Oh, yeah, suppose I shoul tell yall about who an what I am. Im old. *mumblemumble* Woman, leave off, I am so old an I can say so. Been flyin freighters roundbout Liberty fer longern I care ta recollect. *mumbles* I haint neither oldern a hunerd, Woman. *cackling in the background*
Anyway, my pappy flew freight an killed Xenos, till they killed him Back. Same fer my brother, sister, pappy's pappy, an his pappy too. We was always independent, didn't need no house an no house needed us. That is, till DSE went an got ma freighter impounded, the rottenpiecesof...*trails off into incoherent muttering*.
At least I had me enough left ta buy a flea an start over. Onliest problems was, all them Xenos and whatnot. A good freighter, she'll see ya through a swarm o them bugs, but a starflea? So hear I am. I can fly. I can ship. I aint scared of no fight, an I can rebuild jus bout anything on them older freighters.
Guess that bout does it. Ifin ya think ya could use nother pilot, look me...*mumblemuter*Whas that, Woman? *muttermumble* Oh. Ayup, two o yer number, they seen me fly. Done a couple routes with em, killed a few vermin. Lemmesee, now I know I knowed ther names....................
Roger, yah, Roger Frumpston..no, lumpstongue? No...Roger Thompson. Yeah, Roger Thompson and Claude Quinne. There woman, I don toll em. You happy now?
What daya mean turn tha comm off, it is off ya crazy wind*cackling snaphisspopp*
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