[color=fff79a][i]	To my dear Tibulus...
Through the many years we have been apart from each other as colleagues and partners-in-crime, I am writing this letter to you to address my idea to you, and I promise you'll fit in right with this crew...

You see, my recent contacts in high places have informed me of a new crew, known as Project: Revenant. The main idea of this investment is that multiple criminals throughout the known universe are assembled in a sort of team, and their aim is to complete missions with this project in exchange for shortened sentences with their crimes that they have committed. Those criminals that refuse would be receiving a consequence that is even worse than death from what I have gathered. The group seems to have gathered a good amount of people in various different specialties, but the main drawback of this is what they don't have and why I'm contacting you in the first place...

They are missing a qualified pilot.

When my friends contacted me asking if I knew any able-bodied pilots who'd be willing to commit to this, the only person I thought of was you. You were my ace in the hole when we were old pals, always getting us out of jams, and I still vividly remember when I saw you race those spaceships through the asteroid belts of your home galaxy. You are the best pilot I know, and even though your criminal record doesn't go past a few speeding tickets, you'd be paid a bit more in rewards from this from what I've gathered.

Attached in this package are all the required credentials, a bit of up-front pay, and a pack of Funganoid cigars. I told my friends that you'd only do it if you received some kind of cigars as an up-front payment, and they definitely delivered.

If you're still interested in this, meet at Chronos Station for the briefing and boarding of the ship.

~ B. S.[/i][/color]
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Chronos Station - Present Day

Tibulus was sitting on a crate, smoking his cigar. Nobody here was particularly kind to anyone else, especially the leaders, and he didn't really care for many words. The main reason he was here was just because he was a hired helper for the ship as nobody involved with this damn project knew how to fly besides him... or maybe some people did, he didn't know. Either way, he'd probably be the main pilot of this vessel in the long-run. Tibulus actually thought it was rather funny how he was near all of these criminals that had to try being angsty and had to work on their crimes. Tibulus had all of his crimes come at him accidentally, and it was honestly rather fitting for him... at least his known crimes. Once the captain was done debriefing, one of the criminals in the room - he believed his name was Stryker - spoke up.

[i]"I don't have anything to say to you scumbags. Just stay out of my way and let me do my job"[/i] The nerve of him, dismissing the group as scumbags right off the bat. Sadly for him, this skeleton was not about to take that shit with any sort of face, and as such, Tibulus spoke up. [b][color=a7a7a7]"Sorry you shitlord, I'm gonna be in your way the entire damn time this project is going on. Better learn how to tolerate me now you bastard."[/color][/b] This is off to an amazing start already.