Freelancer - The Void

The latest reports from Alexandria say that there is a new threat to the safety of navy, traders, evils, pirates and
freelancers alike. Those who survived the battle claim that all the com activity they received from him is "gf". Little
is known about this rogue pilot other than his name and that he flies a typhoon with a sniper setup. He goes by the
name of Fallen[R]Angel.
Some speculate that he is a former -=REAVER=- as they remember one of their pilots going by that name, but none
can say anything with certainty. The only thing that is certain is that everyone should be on alert at all times, as there
is no telling where he might appear next.


OOC:
a warning so no one get offended:
read the sig

And so he returns.

*grumbles*  >:P

I was gonna do the exact same thing once my maps got sorted but you beat me to the punch...i was a few days away from all those sneaky little escape routes being mapped!

I look forward to the fights cause im gonna hunt your backside Mr Rogue  :D

The sig is not entire correct there, as you spoke to dyn and me the other day

Welcome back

[quote="Vansen";p="224973"]*grumbles*  >:P

I was gonna do the exact same thing once my maps got sorted but you beat me to the punch...i was a few days away from all those sneaky little escape routes being mapped!

I look forward to the fights cause im gonna hunt your backside Mr Rogue  :D[/quote]

who cares about the maps, all ye need is a good memory of where the holes&bases are

[quote="anoyingnomad";p="224974"]The sig is not entire correct there, as you spoke to dyn and me the other day

Welcome back [/quote]

ummm... i think i was talking to you and asmo... but that was before the first post, and even before i geared the char up

yep, i believe we did fly together under the reavers banner
hm seems i forgot to thank everyone for the WBs well, thank you,
i missed FL and am glad to be here.
oh, but this is the RP section...

The rogue grins with satisfaction as he hears about himself
on the news knowing that would bring him plenty of fights and fun.

WB think u shot me or i shot u once  :D
good to hear that subversive power gain back wht them belong  O:-)

seems my name been ripped off again

i've used this name around here since i first joined the reavers... which was hmmm... when i left 666... which was... hmmm... a long  time ago

lets not get into this again mate BL were way before the reavers plus if it means that much to you then you can have it but i remember using that name before reavers formed but hey ho call it christmas present for this year ay.

ahhh so it is you xD sorry about that, but i remember when i first used that name, i had no idea someone else was using it, and you did tell me i could if you're still using it ingame, i'll drop it...

well, here's a little story about the return. watch out, there's some gore and well, not pretty scenes if you try to imagine them

After a long, long time that he spent practically in isolation, far away from any kind
of action in Sirius the call of madness and the hunger for human flesh finally became
too strong for him. He decided to buy a new ship, and start hunting once again.

As he flew through Sirius, killing people and eating their brains, he was disappointed
how easily the prey would fall. But also, eating their brains, he learned about many
changes that have gone by in Sirius since he was gone. Most of the old pilots (prey for
him) were long gone, disappeared for no one to know where.

Once, while he was hunting some petty human who was flying a nomad Highbred, he stumbled
across a pilot going by the name [n*o]-Mucosolvan.
"Meh, another easy prey, but he'll do for a snack and some new decorations"- he thought
to himself, so he engaged in a fight. As the battle raged on, shields falling and regening
back, chunks of hull falling off the ships, he began to realize how much he had underestimated
his prey.

The guns were blazing, Sunstalkers and Hornets were flying for a long time, but after a long
fight, he finally managed to bring down his prey and beam his corpse into his
cargohold. With his ship blazing on fire, definitely in no condition for another hunt, he
decided to make the repairs at his old "comrades'" base as he didn't want everyone to be
certain who had returned and what had he been doing, so he set the course towards Unknown
2... the REAVERS base.

Once he was on his way he thought he could go eat that snack he just killed and put those new
decorations on his ship. He went into the cargohold and cut out the victims brains out and
chewed on them while he was chopping the arms and legs for decorations with his trusty blade,
the Frostmourne. Once done with that, he went back into the cockpit to hang those new decorations.
He tossed away all of those he had collected earlier from the unworthy prey, and proudfully hanged
the new, fresh hands and legs of a worthy prey.

As he was eating his "snack" he was surprised how good the "snack" tasted. He had almost forgotten
how well a real worthy prey tastes.

By the time he was finished eating and redecorating, he was almost at the reavers base, so he tried
hailing them. He directed the hails towards the coordinates where the base used to be. No response.
He began wondering about the faith of the reavers. As he came closer to the coordinates, he saw the
base on his sensors and went on to dock.

When he docked he started walking around, looking for... anyone. He found FireFly's trophy room, with
quite a few more trophies than he had remembered, but FireFly wasn't there. He went on to Manticore's
trophy, that one was, as always, full of trophies. It was too hard to tell which ones were new and which
weren't from how many there were. But Manticore was not there, just like FireFly wasn't in his. Then he
felt a strong urge to go into his own old trophy room... It was the same as he left it so many years ago.
All the trophies, all the blades, skulls and bones were still there, untouched.

By now, he had gone through almost the entire base and didn't find anyone, so he decided to make the
oh-so-necessary repairs on his ship. When he was done with that he flew out of the base and resumed
his hunt. Now with another objective... to find out what had happened to the reavers.

good luck with this new role mate <):)

A side monitor on his ship's dashboard flared to life. "What, another popup?", Draugr asked, and was just about to bash the screen in, when he noticed that it wasn't a stupid ad, but an alert from the old base. "Well well, what do you know." The place might have been abandoned quite some time ago, but that doesn't mean that there weren't any alarms, traps and various nice surprises waiting for people who got too curious. The intruder, however, didn't trip any of them. "Someone we haven't seen in a long time, perhaps?", Draugr mused, and looked through the various camera feeds. "Yep, looks like he is." He watched the feeds, looking at the other Reaver go through the old trophy rooms ("Hey, didn't Manticore move his trophies over to the ship?") and obviously looking for others, but finding no one, of course. Back when the Reavers left, Draugr made sure that there wasn't anything left behind that would've lead any outsiders to their new home - but this now meant that this guy wouldn't know where to look, either. "Well, that won't really do. There are damn few of us still flying around here, after all." He keyed in some commands for the base's traffic computer, waking it from its sleep, and instructed it to send the Omega-41 coordinates to the ship after it launched. He should be able to know where to look for any of the others then, so Draugr switched the screen off, and his attention returned to finding new prey to hunt.