Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20151030035045/@comment-25316824-20151031202546

(Ok.  My turn now.)  A middle aged man of white complexion sits in the back of the meeting...

The crowd of Coast gaurds and police officers explodes. They yell, scream and panic about the logistics of such an operation. People worrying about the public image of strength of the republic make their case the loudest.

The yelling and screaming reaches an unbearable level of noise and commotion. Out of nowhere, the middle aged man, while seated, drags his 7 in long knife down a blackboard making a huge screaching sound. The crowd falls silent.

He takes a cigar out of his mouth.

"You all know me.  You know how I make a living.  Some would call it Soldier of Fortune.  I'll catch this animal for you but it ain't gonna be easy.  Its a big fish.  Not like fishing with your dad on a saturday afternoon.  This animal will shallow you whole like it was eating a raisin.

We got to do this quick. To bring back the confidence in the Republic. But its not going to be pleasant. I value my head more than free, siren. I'll find one for free but i'll catch him and bring him back for 1 million credits. Now you gotta make up your minds. You gonna stay alive and ante up? Or do you wanna play it cheap and ruin the vision of the republic? For 1 million you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing."