Greetings Comrades

[Uri Dickdropov]

The swirls of dust billowed from the grimey hanger bay as an old merlin class figate that has seen its warranty come and go many years ago roar roughly as it desends into its craddle. Along its once sleek lines is the rough contures of rough welds hastily completed repairs. indeed the ship gives the impression of a ghetto building with Ion thrusters bolted crudely to its delaptated structure.

A cigar stub flicked through the dim air as the warp coils cracked from their cooling and a Uri steps off into the TOG corprate hanger...."greetings comrades I am your new recruit and I have come to this backwater to spread some cheer , dickdropov style. I hear your looking for hired guns, well as long as you dont ask too many questions about my past then we will get on fine.

[Samiq]

Welcome to TOG Mr Dickdopov, nice intro.
Good hunting!

[Raven]

WOW (not the game)... what an entry Uri?! G'day and welcome to the good ship we call TOG.

Ur age is in ur profile but u need to state that u have read and agreed to the TOG AUP & FAQ b4 those admins will even look at ya.... once u have posted this info here they will invite u step thru the hatch, once inside pls make ur way to the Lounge for a chat

[DaRippa]

Hey Uri,,,how did it drop off? Messing with the wrong hooker?
WELCOME TO TOG!!!!!

[Uri Dickdropov]

Uri glances down at the vidsheet containing the rules of the corp ethos, shoved at him by the officious Corporate clerk . "hmmm" he growled " I see you have your Lawyers breeding without controls." after reading slowly and meticulously he glanced up and shoved it back into the fumbling hands of the nervous officer. "Agreed! there is nothing here that will ban me from my dues, now tell me where I can get my hands on extractor coil for my phase inhibitor....oh and a drink and a woman or two while your at it!"
The clerk blurted something barely coherently and Uri strode off the landing dock platform and into the waiting night.

The clerk scratched his Chin irritably at the gruff treatment he had been given, and wondered if life would have accorded him more respect if he hadn't failed the eye test for the Caladri Navy. His thoughts jarred to a halt when a riveted piece of detritus clanged on the titanium landing deck off the black pockmarked fuselage of the Merlin.

[stanley]

Welcome uri once your a member head on down to the eve forums and see if they will trade in that old merlin class frigate for a brand new shiny raven B/S for you

[Bugsquash]

A tall Brutor tribesman with a chiselled jaw and eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses looks up from his repairs to the warped artillery barrel jutting at a crude angle from his battle-scarred and battered Cyclone. "Hey, you over there with that Merlin. How many cycles have you seen ? We have a minimum age limit here."

He waits impatiently for an answer while staring at the newcomer and sizing him up. Feeling the blaster strapped to his hip he wonders if this vagabond is a threat to the security of the corp...

[Dixi_Lady]

Loved your intro!!! Welcome to TOG!

[viking]

Welcome to TOG mate

[Uri Dickdropov]

Uri stopped, his back ramrod straight. turning he gazed at the source of the interruption of his quest for wine, women and a coil that would last longer than that last piece of Ammatar garbage that was foisted on him by an incompetent parts merchant in Sobeski.
"I'm sorry" he spoke levelly "but were you talking to me?"
He walked evenly and with a slow deliberation over to the sun mirrored man, instinctively sizing him up and taking in the enormous artillery piece that had cooked from some , no doubt lawful orbital bombardment for cash.
"I'm Dickdropov, and if you make some smartarse remark about my fathers name there is going to be trouble........freind" he stated flatly.
"If of course you just curious about my age then I'm 37 cycles past. I'm going for a drink and have some credits to burn tonight, Kersheda has just felt quite generous considering I smuggled her brother out of a pirate stronghold."
he turned, paused "your welcomed to join me if you wish" he spoke grudgingly, more out of some distant memory of politeness than out of any real enthusiasm.