What the f*ck did you just f*cking say about me, you little mercenary dog? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Cascadian National Guards, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Rebels, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top ace in the entire Federation armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the f*ck out with railguns the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my f*cking words. You think you can get away with saying that sh*t to me over the Radio!? Think again, f*cker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the Federation and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, dog. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re f*cking dead, merg. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over 700 ways, and that’s just one missile! Not only am I extensively trained in aerial combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Federation Peacekeepers and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of Cascadia. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” contract was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your f*cking tongue. But you couldn’t, and now you’re paying the price you god d*mn clown! I will bury you! So completely that the earth will turn over a thousand times before your body is dug up you are f*cking dead Mercenary...