two|voice
Attention, network. This is the Captain.
I was going to tell you a story. A story about living and fighting and frakking in space, with all kinds of twists and turns, but then I realised that I don't give enough of a frak to waste my breath on sob-stories. I'm not about to assume that you care to listen, either.
I'll get down to business: I've spent the last handful of months living off of protein bars, runner beans, and if you think that's bad, I haven't even got to the part about reformed algae, yet. I want to eat. I want to sit my ass down, and not stop eating until my pants split and my belt buckle goes flying. I don't care if it's hot or if it's cold, as long as it tastes good. Someone out there needs to take a break from being a big damn superhero, and take me out somewhere. Anywhere.
Wouldn't say no to a drink, either, but I've already had plenty of that.
[ a long pause, and then somewhat absent-mindedly: ]
People in this city really buy into the whole monotheistic, Cylon-manufactured, one-true-God bullshit, huh?
[ text | filtered from BROTHER CAVIL and GALEN MAREK ]
What can you tell me about civilians # 19643223 and # 23582303? Don't spare any tiny, insignificant details. Even if you don't think I can use the information, I guarantee you, I'll find something to do with it.
[ private | WARREN WORTHINGTON ]
You don't know me, so don't go racking that brain of yours trying to work out who I am. Word has it that you're the man to go to for a job. Mostly your own word, actually. I appreciate that I can wander into a coffee shop and get a job pouring hot water through beans, but the frakkers I've come across have been offering up five [ pauses ] dollars, right? Five dollars for an hour's work. Even an illegal import, or whatever we're calling ourselves, needs more than that to live on.
I'm military, and I've done my share of teaching. I can fly anything with a set of wings, and I could probably kick the asses of everyone here at Pyramid ball. I don't expect that to be of any use to you, but I don't have much else to offer up. Unless you're looking for a painter. Make no mistake, though. Whatever it is I do, I'm damn good at it.
[ private | # 8884654 ]
You're the go-to guy for firearms, right?
I was going to tell you a story. A story about living and fighting and frakking in space, with all kinds of twists and turns, but then I realised that I don't give enough of a frak to waste my breath on sob-stories. I'm not about to assume that you care to listen, either.
I'll get down to business: I've spent the last handful of months living off of protein bars, runner beans, and if you think that's bad, I haven't even got to the part about reformed algae, yet. I want to eat. I want to sit my ass down, and not stop eating until my pants split and my belt buckle goes flying. I don't care if it's hot or if it's cold, as long as it tastes good. Someone out there needs to take a break from being a big damn superhero, and take me out somewhere. Anywhere.
Wouldn't say no to a drink, either, but I've already had plenty of that.
[ a long pause, and then somewhat absent-mindedly: ]
People in this city really buy into the whole monotheistic, Cylon-manufactured, one-true-God bullshit, huh?
[ text | filtered from BROTHER CAVIL and GALEN MAREK ]
What can you tell me about civilians # 19643223 and # 23582303? Don't spare any tiny, insignificant details. Even if you don't think I can use the information, I guarantee you, I'll find something to do with it.
[ private | WARREN WORTHINGTON ]
You don't know me, so don't go racking that brain of yours trying to work out who I am. Word has it that you're the man to go to for a job. Mostly your own word, actually. I appreciate that I can wander into a coffee shop and get a job pouring hot water through beans, but the frakkers I've come across have been offering up five [ pauses ] dollars, right? Five dollars for an hour's work. Even an illegal import, or whatever we're calling ourselves, needs more than that to live on.
I'm military, and I've done my share of teaching. I can fly anything with a set of wings, and I could probably kick the asses of everyone here at Pyramid ball. I don't expect that to be of any use to you, but I don't have much else to offer up. Unless you're looking for a painter. Make no mistake, though. Whatever it is I do, I'm damn good at it.
[ private | # 8884654 ]
You're the go-to guy for firearms, right?