@epidiah we are known as the Friends of Mayhem, and we have no beef with the Hearts of Orion.
That being said they have been hunting us for years due to a willful misunderstanding of the timeline of a divorce decree and the start of a subsequent relationship.
If you ask me, Tommy has anger issues and needs therapy. We may have stood shoulder to shoulder fighting space facists back in the day, but this grudge has gotten out of hand
@epidiah Well, hi and howdy-doo, folks! How are you on this fine and beautiful Orion morning? But where are my manners? We're just Your Friendly Neighborhood Deathsquad. Riding through on a little contract.
Speaking of which: you don't happen to know about some fellows calling themselves the Hearts of Orion, do you? I tell you what - that's a great name. I'm sure they're real swell people, too. Sigh Too bad some folks with a lot of money don't think they're such great people. Real shame.
@epidiah The gang is called "Please excuse me", but that's apparently some sort terrifying battle cry in the language of Epsilon Eridani. My translator software was malfunctioning, and it seems to have convinced a bunch of Eridanians that I'm the leader of their worryingly violent gang.
They're at war with the Hearts of Orion, because I tried to ask that other gang for help sorting out the issue. But the Eridanians thought I was being kidnapped and killed a member of the Orions in retaliation.
@epidiah Now I'm stuck in the middle of an interstellar gang war that I started. No one in this solar system speaks English, and I never should have trusted that merchant from Groombridge who said the translator was 107% reliable.
Please send someone to help. Preferably, someone who speaks English. I'm worried that more people will be hurt if this gang war continues to escalate!
And our beef, is over shared ancestral hunting grounds that we harvest to market our ethically sourced, lean cut beast, delivered right to your home, whether it's orbit is geosynchronous or not.
@epidiah we're the Hearts of Orion, and look, intra-space-biker-gang politics can get messy sometimes, all right, but we'll all set our differences aside and stand together if those dweebo punks who call themselves the New Procyon Posse try to start anything.
We're the Silver Buffoons, and we just really, really hate the way they smell.
(Most of our gang is made up of members of an alien species that communicate primarily via pheromones, and the oil they use for their bikes smells almost exactly like a personal insult against one's hatch matron.)
(To be fair, they probably hate the way we smell, too; other species tend to describe the pheromones we use as being "fartlike".)
@epidiah We are the Green Nova Gang, and the Hearts stole the bootleg recording we made of the farewell performance of our favorite space biker metal band, Singülarity.