where do i begin, I've never been
a fighter always preferring to talk my way out of conflict. in fact i
still do, maybe it was the bullying in my Bretonian boarding school
where i was taught, or in the planet wight flight school, all i know is
that even though i am the coward of all my classes, buried deep within
was a fire and a love of flying.
one day while being taunted by some liberty rouges in my Clydesdale on my way from planet Manchester
to new york hauling engine components calling my ship a pile of (well
you get the idea) that was the last straw, insult me all you like but
dare you to call my ship anything bellow ugly and you have seconds to
live! i opened fire on the cackling liberty rouges for this was no
ordinary Clydesdale
it was modded to hold an additional 2 high class gun mounts, courtesy
of a passing member of the Sirius federal police, robbers dog,(the
original, who had disappeared who disappeared working undercover in Texas
3 years ago) the particle lasers tore through their shields and ripped
apart the hulls of the bloodhounds. then some liberty police arrived and
I opened fire again, uncontrollably, the more that arrived the happier I
grew i had eventually ditched my cargo of engine components for a small
army of captive pilots and as I taunted them one of the captive Corsair
pilots yelled to me "let me go and i will tell you how to make
thousands out of the rabble you have here!" my instincts as a trader
kicked in "how?" i replied i set him loose he identified himself as
simply "Santiago" he explained how the prisons of the Sirius sector
bought any pilot for an outrageous amount of money. he asked that he
could be dropped off at omicron alpha after the pilots were sold,me,calm
again said sure.
the pilots i had collected had earned me 3 million credits, i could hardly believe my neural net! when i reached the omicron alpha system I
was set upon by a group of corsairs, "Santiago" took the microphone off
me and yelled down it on all frequency's "X-3043!" the corsairs stopped
their onslaught and told
us to dock on the nearby planet Malta. "Santiago" would later reveal that he was a bounty hunter under-cover in the corsairs who convinced me to become a mercenary
after all that i hit the bar,
one them told a story of a group of men who made a stand against all odds. they held of wave after wave of attack until they run out ammo .
they held there lines and then boldly advanced on there enemies knowing they where done but still they did what needed to be done .
They where the men of the thirteenth tank regiment.
THE 13TH ARMORED!
i have since spread their tale across Sirius and beyond
That was 4 years ago.
and since then the wimpy merchant has hidden his ship and destroyed all record of it and its modifications,
the secret of its manufacture to die with SFP-robbersdog
Today the 13th armored is my clan i would gladly lay down my life for it
my services are available....... to those have he coin........
