**RP MAIN SCREEN TURN ON: **
Re-runs of Friends again. You'd think that after a thousand years, people would be sick of Chandler. She switched the holoprojector off and turned to her companion, sharing a problem that had been vexing her.
"So these other Jaguar people. They're not a Clan, and they're not a 'Merc unit. Intelligence reported something about a Jaguar Clan, but nothing about this sort of space piracy frathouse mayhem eugenically defective coalition of Clan rejects that name themselves vaguely after their obviously superior kin. What do you make of it, Abraham? What should we do about this latest threat to the moral integrity of the Inner Sphere?" ComStar Demi-Precentor Jane Marshall asked her pet rat.
"Kill them all," the rat said in a voice as deep and expansive as the stars. Jane had to admit she agreed, and took another bite of her apple.
((OOC: Whaaaat? Were you expecting something else?
Also this is the SJR banter thread or something. Yes we're playing as a 'Merc corps. Yes we're Clanners. Sort-of. Yes that's confusing. Yes it makes people angry. Grab a beer, grab a beanbag, get pissed off, and BS with us. ))
Edited by Glory, 18 April 2012 - 08:16 AM.