Journal of a Death Dealer

[Silver]

- 5th February, 818

[font=Century Gothic]What a headache. Moving into Lisburn was a good move,
but damn, i'll never going to fall for another bar 'inauguration'.
Cobalt stuck his pecker inside a shotgun barrel due to a bet with Copper.. And now is running around,
feeling like a champ. More to come in the next hour, i believe.

Business is finally looking up..
Gallia barging in the Taus like it was their backyard shook people up.
Good time to start hitting Bretonia more seriously.

Them Gallics wants us to help them as fire support.
That ain't good.
Dead meat to the grinder never is.

I'll instruct the boys and girls to either drop boomsticks all over the place,
or to bring their gunboat crews to Arry, to rip them Tempies a new one.

We'll do this my way.
Catch them with their pants down.
Explode them as usual.
And skidaddle before they call the shrimps and a whole company to deal with us.

Or maybe a good ol'bait and switch.

Reaver style.

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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

[Silver]

- 12th March, 818

[font=Century Gothic]Weird nightmares all over again. Nothing new. But damn.
It's like lady Death has a thing for me in my sleep.
That, or i'm getting even more dead by the sec.

This time it was Liberty.. Houston burning.
And a gigantic ship ripping three new ones to a Liberty dread.
A beaut. That even dwarfed a turtle.

That's a thought.
We're in the middle of finding our own place..
But the IMG nabs are just looking for safe deployments.
Blargh.

If i wanted safe, i would go grovel for a House's wallet like them Mandos.
Cozy, payed job to do jack frack.

Ye, gonna find Dagon and Jayna and talk this idea with them over a bottle or two.
If the base in Kepler is a no go, we got to get a new solution.

Renting Lisburn isn't cheap, and well, we're getting even more drunk
by the minute.

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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

[Silver]

- 27th April, 818

[font=Century Gothic]Dagon nailed it. Hoerst sent us the bogus data about the Ragnarok.
And managed to spill the beans from where it came from.

With this, we'll be in a clean slate with Hale and Liberty.
Fricking finally.

Can't wait to deliver this in person and flip him the bird.
Dagon is trying to dissuade me from doing so publicly.
But goddammit. We went to hell and back for Liberty and got payed pickings.

And plus.
No one effing House, company, or assorted badarssery push us.

We're dead and fricking free.
And the time to Liberty to see, front row seat and all, how good we are in what we do, is coming.
Plus, having Dagon on our side for this.. Eh.

That should rile up some memories.

Got to start getting the rumors out in Rheinland.
Lessee if them Rheinies are willing to pay for mayhem in Liberty.

Perks of being a terrorist.
Your work is well known.

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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

[Silver]

- 11th June, 818

[font=Century Gothic]Dammit. You know how hard is to get decent trainees?
Ì rather raid Bretonia in a Stork then to clean up their mess again.

Pig and Forever fracked up big.
One made us loose a contract, the other is a looser.

What a pair.

We brought Pig to the docking bays, grabbed his arse and connected one of the hoverbikes exhaust pipes to his rear end. He cooked inside out in three minutes while screaming.
Won a bet from Ethan, he said five minutes. Taught that Gallic 'bout how to cook pork, that's for sure.

I'll grab the homemade video and will send it to Jess Doe, to appease her.
And to show we in the Reavers don't tolerate frack ups.

Forever, however.. I took time with that bragging, lying piece of arse.
We grabbed and walloped his ass from the bed and into a tub filled with cement.
Then we opened a couple of holes for him to breathe and to watch.

Doused him in H-Fuel.

And lit it up.

By the time we pushed his half cooked arse out of the airlock..
He was whimpering. Then he gurgled.

Then Lazuli started to peel off the cement.. with his Sabre guns.

Ahhhh..
I love Mondays.

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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

[Silver]

- 14th June, 818

[font=Century Gothic]It is as Kane once told me.

We are tools of war.
Tools of hate.
Tools of peace.

We are tools of the conditions of a human universe.

While some fight for a cause, grief, basic hate,
many of us say it is for the simple credit.
A business.

Every day that goes on, i feel every death i create, every pain i generate, it isn't for the credits.

Today, i saw some Reapers ripping a new one to some Renegades.
In the midst of battle, it was me eating a sandwich and smoking a cigar.
Bidding my time, like a soldier in the trenches.

And my nose did not failed.
A Wilde showed up, like a ghost from the clouds of Omega 7.

A duel. A death. His wraith is now another carcass that gravitates around the O-11 jumphole.
The arse end of nowhere where so many humans die.

It made me wonder.

Am i trading in death for the credits?
Or am i looking to die again..
To get closer to Kane at last?

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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

[Silver]

- 18th June, 818

[font=Century Gothic]New color in the rainbow.
Dagon's sweetheart, it seems. First time i saw her smiling, if that's an indication.

Seems good in flight. Let's see if he has the nose for it.

And the work with the Mollys already started.
Aine sent me word the other day.

Professor MD was hired and is already drawing schematics as he reviews the
arrival of the wrecks of all the 'lost' capitals we've been collecting for the last year.

He asked for another dry dock.
This is gonna be big and pricy.

He threw me an early design.
It's massive. He estimates that it will be capable of getting two thousand people living in there.
That's a fracking base. With engines.

And three or two forward guns from the looks of it.

Madness. Epic madness in the form of a ship.

But our madness to call home.

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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

[Silver]

- 4th July, 818

[font=Century Gothic]I've never opened like i did today.
I frackin' opened myself to draw Steve out of his own effin' hole.
And the kiddo just stood there watchin'.

She reminds me of myself. Before meetin' my love.
Arrogant. Playful. Needin' the wantin'.
Incapable of trusting.

Just like a kid that got burned.

Eh.

Guess we all get burned.
But..
Guess not all of us heal.

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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

[Silver]

- 17th July, 818

[font=Century Gothic]100 frickin' mio's.
Now that's a tag i'm proud of.

Balance as it is, is neither easy or safe, when doing it in this scale.
And that price of 100 mio's means i'm doing my job right.
Balancing the universe.

Those few that truly know what i mean
call it foolish. Stupid. Impossible.

Death requires nothing less.
It requires exactly that.

This universe needs the balance.

And balance dictated that price tag on my head.

For now it dictates i keep making Liberty stronger.

So.. If Hale does not get the message.
I'll be sure to punch it in that thick skull of his.

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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

[Silver]

- 20th July, 818

[font=Century Gothic]I'm sitting at Foyle while Qarafa keeps on being built.

Foyle has a nice sight of Londonderry. The emptiness and the sun.. makes it.. almost peaceful.
Called Jayna and told her i'll be supervising this project closely for this next week.

Good whiskey, nice view, a pause from the eternal murder spree.
Smoking and placing orders to OSI for more supplies.

Half of them goes to the Mollys to help build whatever they want.
At least, those three Gallic engineers LePew brought seemed excited with the project.

I wonder if they will glee like little girls when i tell them i got 6 Warwolfs for them to experiment with.

Professor MD is still yelling at the zoner group for messing up with his design.
He ain't looking for aesthetics, he's looking for all out murder.

It's going to take some time to get Qarafa up and running.
But damn.

She's going to be one mean lady.

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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