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tusken raider? thats just disgusting. freaking beastiality.

and....um.... Merburshir was the prologue. if you want to drift toward the un-named world we're going to, you can do that.

*John looks at Soren with disgust, then at James with a look of disappointment*

You've got to be kidding me, right? The Black Raiders are scum.  Scum, Colonel. They'll never stick to our strategies. They'll never follow my orders. They're renegades. How in the hell did the Council--

James: John...I know you're pissed. But we're up against unknown odds. Not to mention, if these guys wanna get paid or live through this mission, they'll have to follow your orders and stick to your strategies.

John *shakes his head with disbelief*:.... I would have taken any other mercenary band in the galaxy, but this is too far! Colonel, you've dealt with their kind before! They're more likely to try and take over the Horizon than complete this mission. They're loyal to no thing and no one, except their next paycheck. Hell, give 'em enough money, and they'll kill each other.

Roderick: Son, I know you're less than pleased with this, but that is out of line.

John: I--......*sighs* my apologies, sir. The crew is gonna freak like s**t when they see this....

James: You'll have to keep them in line, Johnny.

*John looks sternly at the Raiders and shakes his head again, laughing in disbelief*: Well at least I get to say I met four--it is four right?--of the most vicious animals known to galactic society. Who knows....maybe I'll even train them.

*Roderick laughs*

James: *looks at John in disbelief* ...Really?

Roderick: You'll have to excuse my boy here, folks...that's just his ol' man comin out in him. *laughs heartily and firmly pats John on the back* Ahhh the Antilles sense of condescension and arrogance. It's a family thing, people. Dates back all the way to our great-great-great grandfather, rest his soul, and his saving the Council so that our little republic here could be born.

*John briefly smiles*: In all seriousness, sirs...*looks at Camilla and his mother* madames.....If they stick to the mission--which again I highly doubt--then we won't have a problem. We get there, take a few scans, then get back. They get paid, I get my Colonel ranking, and we go back to killing these animals *looking at the Raiders again* in a formal matter.

*Roderick laughs again*: That's the spirit son!

James: *looking at Roderick* you know you're not helping your son's cause, right? *looks at John* you know you're not helping your cause, right? You don't have to worry about them taking your orders. They will. With the offer we gave them, they damn well better.

Roderick *shaking his head and looking at the Raiders with spite*: Which is a bunch of bullshit if you ask me.

John: What offer, sir?

James: We don't want you pissed any more so we put it above your paygrade.

John: *sighs* Dad?

Roderick: f**king immunity, son.

John: What?!

James: Roderick, for the love of--

Roderick: What? I'm supposed to not brief my son? Besides, we all know this is going overboard. And what will the Council or Alliance do to me? I'm Roderick f**king Antilles!

John: Immunity?? From past and present crimes?? Hell, you may as well say future crimes too, because s**t's gonna go down.

James: Enough John! And Roderick, please! Are you done?

*Roderick sharply nods his head*

James: Now...you've agreed to lead this mission. They've agreed to follow your orders. If you have to, stay away from them during travel and off time. We've spent enough time arguing. And we need to do this mission as quickly and efficiently as possible. So go.

i wish i could see what your shepard looks like.

i do my best...just for you.

and i was wondering...thought you might have forgotten all about me...

i knowww lol

um...technically....its less than a year.

sorry to be that guy, dear.

hahaha i remember that one.

this is true.

nah not to me.