Reggie laughed, looking away for just a moment, then spat in his cup before looking back at her, "Yeah, I worked m'way into it. Real bad, too, reckon I have a knack fer' it. It's not like I ever wanted t'upset anyone, I jus' came across bad luck, is all. When I done some things people din' like, I wasn't really aware 'er anythin', it was just somethin' I did at the time jus' because. Like, fer' the Outcasts, I was gettin' real friendly with them. Got me'self a girl with'em, really got into helpin' out smugglin', but when they got me smugglin' it t'was a whole other story, y'see? They packed tha' cardamine in there a ton, an' somethin' just really made me want to try it, an' in the heat of th' moment I jettisoned it all so I could save m'self. Who would know tha'd make them so upset? I went to go hit the hay at some Freeport, and next day Outcasts sent some assassins, feckin' dumb luck I 'ad me blaster under m'pillow, else they woulda' got me fer' sure. So, I dragged m'girl with me an' we stole th' assassins ship-- 'cuz I reckoned they rigged mine with 'splosives-- hit space. Unfortunately fer' me, they didn't like 'ow I killed ther' friend so I 'ad to deal with a whole lot of them in space. So, since ther' was so much of 'em, I couldn't quite handle it in a ship I've never been used to 'fore; wer' damn lucky tha' it didn't 'splode on us, 'cuz it didn't even 'ave a pod, instead we jus' crash landed on th' nearest planet."
He spat again into his glass and looked down into it, a bit disheartened. He then proceeded with his story, not allowing the girl next to him to speak until he was done; "Girly didn't make it, bless 'er soul, but I crawled from tha' wreckage. Ye', I remember tha' planet real well. . .An' then, y'see, as I was travelin' 'cross the land I came to this encampment full 'uh Outcasts. They were doin' a routine run with'er terror tactics'y'know, slashin' across 'uh hostages mouth to ears an' also where they cut ther' throat vertically an' pull the tongue out, down towards th' sternum? So, I blasted my through ther' an picked up whoever was alive, wish' was some Bretonian explorer, old fellow. 'E gave me a lift t'the nearest Freeport, an' actually wanted me t'work for some House corporation 'er somethin', but I figured it'd be safer if'n I go work fer' the Corsairs'An' thas' how I pissed th' Outcasts off, lass. Whattay'sayin' about territory now, though, if y'don't mind me pryin'?'
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