𝕄𝕖𝕠𝕨𝕕𝕪
It's what you Canopians greet each other with, right? Why the funny looks? Aw, hell, someone set me up with that bit, huh?
Rum and cola, if you would. Thanks kindly.
Well, yeah, I guess my accent gives it away. I ain't from around here. I might sound like a Taurian, but that's from spending too much time around a busted-up merc back on Solaris. I used to be pretty uptight before she loosened me up and shook me out. Damn, could she sling a PPC.
You keep peekin' at this tattoo out the corner of your eye like you're scared I'll bite if I catch you. Ain't you ever seen a Ghost Bear before? Maybe not this far rimward, I reckon. Well I ain't no Ghost Bear no more. Free agent now.
Speakin' of which, I hear this is the place to go if a body might be lookin' for work of a more under-the-table nature. The kind suited to a free agent like myself, quiaff? And maybe I'll cut you a discount if you've got any information on that merc I mentioned. Rides a beat-up Marauder. A polite person might say her manner of speech is a rarified patois of Taurian English, but perhaps it'd be more accurate to say she talks like she crawled out of a possum's asshole.
Welp, all I can do is ask. Thanks for the drink, feller. I best be movin' on.
[This is a BattleTech RP account. All OOC is in brackets, like this paragraph. I won't give precise demographics for my real-world self here, but suffice to say I'm a resident of North America old enough to have teenage kids who play BT themselves.]
[Fiction posts under #bearclaw rose for Rose and #sheltertech for Shelter. Posts for the shared Clan Invasion project are under #REVIVALposting.]





















