My name is King Ding-a-ling Andomer and I'm putting together a special team, and I need me some soldiers.

Once we're in enemy territory, as a bushwhackin' guerrilla army, we're gonna be doin' one thing and one thing only... killin' Pirates. Now, I don't know about y'all, but I sure as hell didn't come down from the goddamn Brutor Treasury, cross five thousand AU of space, fight my way through half of Jita and jump out of a fuckin' indy ship to teach the Pirates lessons in humanity. Pirate ain't got no humanity. They're the foot soldiers of a Jew-hatin', mass murderin' maniac and they need to be dee-stroyed. That's why any and every every son of a bitch we find wearin' a Pirate uniform, they're gonna die.

Now, I'm the direct descendant of the mountain man Jim Bridger. That means I got a little Sebiestor in me. And our battle plan will be that of a Sebiestor resistance. We will be cruel to the Pirates, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the Pirate won't not be able to help themselves but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the Pirate will be sickened by us, and the Pirate will talk about us, and the Pirate will fear us. And when the Pirate closes their eyes at night and they're tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with.

Sound good?