KC

Won’t be stealing mine. And yeah the mining town leader or foreman. He’s controlling the credits and quote/unquote leading this thing.

Meeting with an arms dealer to supply a small army.

It’s blowing up with me. Still you’re own shit. And ask these people how much they’d pay you for every merc you killed. They’re desperate.

You’d just scrap it anyway. And maybe you should lower your standards. Or you know those collective assholes are always hiring if you don’t mind the possibility of being betrayed.

No it’s all self-destructing when my vitals hit zero. Really? It’s almost like you’re an unemployable asshole or something…

The pay is great, it’s just getting these assholes out of a well-fortified base with people who are just as likely to shoot themselves as the enemy. So I could die. How’s whatever you’re doing?

Currently on Faradin helping locals retake their mines from the security company they hired. Great times minus all the fumes and automated weaponry they’re using.

I wasn’t referring to a stripper. Also me and her have something special so…

Credits will bring you to some strange places.

You don’t just have a spare set of some badass armor. One of a kind borrowed tech. Like did you see that helmet?

No armor with the helmet out for repairs. Going to try to avoid death for now.

Another death match won and another drink to celebrate.

That wasn’t from a night of getting shitfaced and gambling? So a rough Monday.

Looks fun.

Is it valuable?