..."How does this thing work!" oh, who am i?
15 Dec 2016Orkekum
*tap tap*Is this thing on? How does it work?
Green light is on, yes.
Oh, who am I?
I go by many names, some more kind than others.
I'm known as a freak, idiot, murdered, madman or crazy.
I cant deny any of these claims.
Some call me good, sweet, helpful and whatnot too.
Today is 15 December 3302, and you ask too many questions.
My job?
I do whatever pays. You can tell that forward.
Of course with special interest, no I will not clean your latrine.
Oh, everything from pirate culling, bribery of federation officials, sabotaging of warships and whatnot, you know, small stuff.
Hobbies?
Well, experimenting how long people can be without oxygen, or kidnapping corrupted officials and leave them in broken sidewinders in a random worthless ice ring with low oxygen, no fuel and no shields, and no power of course.
Using paper, yes that material they used for writing back in the 2000s. Build planes and throw them into the docking bay of stations and watch them fly, it's relaxing.
What do I do to relax?
Annoy fellow Inquisition members.
Sometimes I just hop into a ship and fly into one direction and see how far I can get.
My fleet?
Large and glorious.
Three Anacondas, one for passenger missions, yes passengers not imperial workers. One for cargo, and one for murder, I mean combat.
A Python for everything, heck, cargo, some fighting. It does everything.
A couple smaller ships, courier ,clipper, Fer-De-Lance, keelback, pirate built adder and a vulture probably too somewhere.
Food?
Yes.
Freshly baked federation ships are my favorite, with a hint of burnt flesh.
Oh?
My eyes?
Maybe you should come over here and have a closer look.
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