Twenty million credit bounty on a Reaver

[The Clearinghouse]

This bounty is for a very good friend of mine, whom was sincerely and drastically offended, above and beyond the call of being shot at by, a one Pumpernickel Reaver, a man whom I am told has no honor.
The price on his head is twenty million credits, with an additional ten all around if the group responsible for his destruction outnumbers him and/or barges into a duel.
This bounty is open to all Mercenaries and Freelancers, of any company, origin, or House, and shall be collectable but once.
Sincerely,
The Auctioneer.

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"..In my palace deep, Lyca lies asleep..."

[Zapp]

-( [color=#FFFFFF]Incoming Transmission
-( Reaver Mercenary Company
-( James "Lemon" Hart - Company Grunt

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20 million?! Hot damn, hold on a sec, he lives like right down the hall from me. I'll go get him dead and I'll be right back with your proof. Oh, and the other Reavers might like in on some of this too. You know how we get, back-stabbing honorless swine that we are, right? Right? I'm sure you do! Thanks for not precluding us from the list of those who can collect.

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[Silver]

Sorry, Hart.

Too late.

*Laughs*

Me and Pumper grabbed some *CENSORED* cadet level fighters and decided to be spartans in it.
I won.

*Grins*

.:The Spartans:
.:The Rawr:.
.:The Boom:.
.:THE TIMESTAMP:.

*Laughs*

What a Reaver does for cash, uh?

Send the 20.000.000 to Silver.Reaver

Kisses,
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[BaconSoda]

-( Incoming Transmission
-( Reaver Mercenary Company
-( John "Pumpernickel" Mackinac

Twenty million credits? Well, it took some doing, running from Silver, Lemon, and pretty much everyone who wasn't passed out, but I did it. I killed myself. Those missiles do something evil to a ship, I'll tell you, but it's really the mine that's the cherry on top. A delicious cherry that should be used to top an after-dinner sundae with the money you'll be paying me for my death. That'll be one big Katle Platte...

Pumpernickel Sandwich

Send those 20 million credits to Pumpernickel.Reaver, please! Thanks for not excluding me from this bounty!

OH WAIT THAT WHORE! SHE BEAT ME TO KILLING ME! Oh, well. Whatever floats your boat.

Delicious!
~John Mackinac

-( Transmission Terminated

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.

[Silver]

*Laughs*

Booya.

In your face, Samwhich Johnny.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[The Clearinghouse]

I don't see any head.
Wasn't I clear I wanted his head?
As in, separated from his body?
Or attached too, that would work, as long as it isn't moving or talking, which, since he sent a comm message, HE CLEARLY IS.
Nevertheless, things are what they are, and your stupidity amuses me. Since the Sirius Transnational Bank is a little wonky, please rondevous at the Hood for your payment immediately.
On a side note, i'll keep this bounty open, and If any Reavers want to collect, I want a body. His body, just to be sure. Head and everything. I'll cut the fiddly bits off myself.
Sincerely,
The Auctioneer.

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"..In my palace deep, Lyca lies asleep..."

[Gallic Royal Police (Retired)]

Bonjour, mon amis. Myself, Directeur Lucas Gerald Margrave de Bastille, have killed one of these silly ships. He was acting weird mind you, but all sirians are. No hard feelings with the Reavers, but one of yours got a bit loose.

His scan.
Boom.

Send the credits to the GRP|Tresor when you get this message.

For the Crown! For the Nobility! For Gallia!

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