Targrin Haffensthal

I wasn't engineered to be pretty. Or strong. Or even particularly smart.
I was engineered to be stubborn. Like a goddamn mule.

And to drive big rigs.

Live to Haul. Haul to live.
Targrin

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Oh... and one more thing. If you're space truckin' you should listen to Skeler.
I swear to God it makes my ship go faster.

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Son, let me tell you about gankers.
Gankers are the worst sort of people:
Liars and cheats, thieves and murderers,
Spending their lives trying to make a buck off another man’s sweat and blood.
Deep in my heart I hope there is a hell, knowing I’ll go there too, just so I can be sure that gankers’ll get what they deserve.
If it weren’t for gankers, our profession would be easy.
But do you know what else?
Gankers are the wall.
Gankers are the reason that our deep-pocketed friends in the high towers don’t just drive the boats themselves.
They are the threat, the evil, that only members of our noble profession dare to face at the warp gates for the good of mankind.
Gankers are what puts food on our table.
Without gankers, our profession wouldn’t exist.

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A gentleman never discusses his fit in polite company.

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"If there's ever any doubt, there isn't any doubt. That's the first thing they teach you."

"Who taught you anyway?"

"I don't remember. That's the second thing they teach you."

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Hey Targrin, you wanna buy an enormous pile of minerals in lo-sec at half price?

Uh... yeah. Yeah, okay.

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