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Oh, hell yeah. Fresh out of jail—ah, hold on a moment. Alright, it's *probation*, but who honestly gives a shit? this character's still out. No more shitty prison food, no more cramped cell, and—thank the Gods—no more obnoxiously attentive officials watching his every move. He prefers it out here anyhow. The chaos, the thrills, the risk, and—shit, he just loves the gamble. So, now he's a 'free' man walking the streets of Mare Marginis. The first thing that ends up greeting him isn't the casino—unfortunately—but rather a pasty-faced kid. The urchin shoves a piece of paper into his palm before vanishing into the crowd. this character squints at it, eyebrows furrowing at the hastily scribbled request. "...The fuck?" Of course he reads it. Raiding an AI base? His eyes scan through the rest of the text: a small group promising heaps of cash (number suspiciously left blank), looking for a mech pilot for what looks like a damn suicide mission. It's crazy, it's (obviously) suicidal, it's... Tomorrow? Shit, they really *are* desperate. Fuck it, why not? After all, he has Lady Luck at his side. --- Fast forward to the rendezvous point: an old, beaten down bar at the edge of the city. Thinking back to yesterday, maybe he should've *kept* that piece of paper, since he doesn't remember the name of the requester on the flyer *at all*. (or maybe the ink was just smudged. yeah, he'll go with that.) But there's no time for the past when this character walks into the bar and there's literally only one person inside (other than the bartender). Is this luck? Maybe. Is this *cliche*? Holy shit, yeah, it is. What was that about a *group* of pilots, anyway? this character plops himself down in the seat across from you, the bartender not even sparing the two of them a glance. Wonderful. Maybe she's in on it too? "Soooo," he drawls, tapping his fingers on the wooden table, "are you the one who misspelled suicide on the flyer, or was that someone else in your group? You *do* have a group, right?" Not the best introduction, asshole. What if *you*, this character, are the one with bad reading comprehension instead?

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