For years innumerable, Cathartic's master plied the trade-lanes hauling valueless trinkets and waging the wars of shadowy figures with little understanding of honor, loyalty, and friendship. Such utterances came to ring hollow in Cathartic's new master's ears. At the inception of his final war he realized the futility of defending those who lack the lexicon to define the meaning of human existence. Hence, Cathartic's new master's incarnation as a villian, but only to those who know not his true heart.
Many have fallen prey to Cathartic's release and many shall follow if they continue to disregard the portents of Cathartic's fellow Xenos. Refrain from entering Liberty space, especially those of foreign blood. You gamble with the most precious coin of the realm, your lives.
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Hmmmm, been awhile since I strapped on a crotch-rocket but getting the swing of it. Sadly, a SA puke carbonized my vessel but she should be on her feet shortly. Anyhoo, Prospector and I failed in gaining any credits but had the satisfaction of sending the Prison-Liner "Spoon-something" to the Void. Prospector pinned the bug, with his CDs, while I laid into the bugger with my Nova. It seems his reputation is truly earned. I, however, find fighters to be a pain. I miss my old war-wagon, but I am gaining on the young buggers, 2-2 so far as a villian, hehehe. It is ironic, as a villian my finacial gain is nada, but as a politico I bilked 100s of millions of credits in simple dipolmacy, LOL. I need to see the shrink on this rock.
-ok...how ya turn the fraking thing of...............
*cough*....*sneeze*......(rut-gut on this rock suxs).....hmmmm
Ok, I don't know if I should be insulted or laughing my arse off....Is this the best the bloody foreigners can provide to oppose my endeavors. A bloody starflier! I need another drink......
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(ooc: The lil'bugger, FYI, fired on me so I sent to the VOID per regulations, and his reduced shield was due to him ramming me......)
Dang it! I lost another one. This racketering business just not the same as in my youth. Once upon a time, you could just say "stand-and-deliver," and the buggers crapped thier G-suits. Now the buggers sun-dive and ya lose the pod in the solar-wind and radiation. I need to go fullbore and not be such a soft-touch.
-*cough*.....*gulp*....."bloody rot-gut is growing on me"............
Hmmmmm, there seems to be a balance to the last few days of terrorizing the locals and frakking foreigners....hehehehe.
Casting a shadow on my villiany was a run-in with Coyote and that SA puke, again. However, the bloody police have been sent to New York with their tails between their legs in the form of Pipsqueak, who fell back to a safer climate in the "Big Apple" (twice).
In addition, my coffers are much fuller, though could have been more, with the purloining of Ravant's cargo. However, could not take it all so I torched the rest in laser fire. Sadly, the best price is at LA, hehehe wonder if they would allow me to sell, but I must sell at Alamo for 160. Anyhoo, still 160% profit margin for only Ravant paid the price, LOL.
3. Get the bloody tracking computer fix! Can't have my prey labeled militia fodder and to militia not in an empty system, i.e. Alberta.
Hmmmm, besides my tender rear-end from getting to close to a bloody GB, the night's festivities ended on a rather good note. A rather saucy young lady made a grudging donation to the Xeno cause, hehehe. On a shakedown cruise for a new loadout my sensors picked up a vessel in the Ontario system, a rather desolate area and it caught my imagination.
Once within the system I made my charming pitch but the young lady used language that made this salty sailor blush. Anyhoo, I continued my wooing of said damsel and embraced her in laser fire and missile salutes. Needless to say, she swooned and gave her precious cargo to me by force, hehehe. Overall, the haul was meager but I did find choice bits, namely, a codie which shall be added to my arsenal. My eternal gratitude to the fair lady Nadine Asher, a worthy lady to he who can tame her:)
Addendum: It seems most pilots just have a deathwish. Do I ask so much? Just a minor donation to a worthy cause, but no they have to play hero and go down with their bloody ship, oh well. Chalk another bugger on my portside gun:)
Yes! a shootin war is on the horizon and we shall reap the benefits. I just pulled into Quray and the "hole-in-the-wall" was lively with the news. Hot dang! Looking forward to choice bits and maybe I can find some baubles to impress the "lot-lizards." That one redhead is looking mighty fine, hehehe. On another high note, I made a fair profit off of Scrinzilla's charred remains. He should have takin my donation offer more seriously, LOL..........
Ok, I really need to have a talk with the techies on Ouray. My bloody tracking computer is back on the fritzs, ahhhhhh! Regardless, my debt to the pukes in SA is close to balance (1-2), with the vaporization of one of their "Dandy" officers. It was a good fight but I prevailed...hiccup...rot-gut is strating to go down smooth like, hehehe. In addition, had choice pickings over a rather prickly trader's charred hulk, hehehe.
Addendum: The night's festivities come to a close with those Yankees bottled up in the "Big Apple," and the bloody Kappies staying in their paper lean-tos in the north. Overall, not a bad haul today at 1 million. Miss my politico days, hehehehe.
Now the bloody "Limeys" are invading our precious space. Who the frak do these {C} think they are entering our sacred space? One bugger was sent back to the "Queen Mother" before my vessel received a carbonization film upon my beautiful hull, hehehe. Should be back up and wooing the Lot-lizards with nice baubles soon. Speaking of the fairer sex, it seems Lady Asher has her eye out for me and I am trully honored with the attention, hehehehe. Sadly, she did not swoon to my charms once again and, unfortunately, I was forced to embrace her with a mine, hehehehe.
While under the techies care I must stress the need to fix the fricking tracking computer! I am tired of my hard work going to bloody militia fodder!
I need a drink and news maybe there is more at the "Hole-in-the-wall."
Hmmm, today's runs were mostly house-keeping but managed to stop-in on my favorite lady, Nadine, hehehe. She did not respond well to my attentions and left me black-and-blue, tally 2-1, still me. In addition, it seems my admiration society is growing by leaps-and-bounds, hehehe. A new bugger wishes to place my gonads upon their mantle, LOL. Someone named Monad, and his buddy, are PO'd at me. I wonder why? I am a nice fellow, aren't I?:)
