// This recruitment thread is an in-RP post. Recruitment is done in-person aboard Seasons Base.
The Vagrant Raiders are always recruiting!
As you wander into the Vagrant Raiders recruitment office on Seasons Base, you are greeted by a rack of clipboards with short information forms attached. You take one and a short advertisement plays gently over the room's comms:
The Raiders are the quasi-lawful faction you want to join. With mercenary, shipping, hostile-harassment, and humanitarian (yes, you read that right) operations throughout the western half of Sirius and the Independent Worlds, and piracy operations in the house of Rheinland, the Vagrant Raiders are the top faction for pilots from all over Sirius looking to make a mostly-legal name for themselves. If you want to gain the respect you deserve as a quasi-lawful pilot, this is where you will find and earn it!
Quote:Name:
Age:
Employment/History:
Piloting Specialiation (eg. light fighters, bombers, none):
Are you currently regarded as unlawful in Bretonia, Liberty, or the Colonial Republic:
What is the name of the flagship of the Vagrant Raiders fleet:
A note at the bottom of the form thanks you for choosing the Vagrant Raiders as your likely future employer and informs you that the next available representative will be with you shortly.
// This account's signature is a link to the faction's information post. It is highly recommended that you read it before applying. We welcome players new and old to Discovery. Keep in mind that any members of the Vagrant Raiders who are sanctioned or banned for not roleplaying or clear rule breakage, especially on VR- tagged characters, will be subject to discipline up to ejection from the faction.
A tall, well-built, brown haired man strolled casually into the recruitment office, wearing a leather jacket, jeans and steel-toe cap boots. He showed no surprise at the setup of the place; it was exactly what he had been expecting. He reached out and picked a clipboard off the rack, then ambled over to a nearby chair and plonked himself down into it. He reached into his jacket pocket and fished out a pen. He uncapped it with his teeth, studied the board for a moment with his piercing blue eyes, then began to write.
Name: William Spencer Tait
Age: 37
Employment/History: Ten years of military experience within the Bretonian Armed Forces as a Royal Marine. Nine years working solo as a mercenary after being honourable discharged.
Piloting Specialisation (eg. light fighters, bombers, none): Bombers and Very Heavy Fighters
Are you currently regarded as unlawful in Bretonia, Liberty, or the Colonial Republic: Whilst certain mercenary operations have been questionable in nature, my identity was hidden from the lawful side of things.
What is the name of the flagship of the Vagrant Raiders fleet: That would be the VCS-Metropolis.
Tait leaned back in the chair and capped the pen before stowing back in his jacket. A quick glance around told him that he was still alone in the room. Perhaps it would be best for him to just wait for someone to pop along. He stretched his legs out and waited.
Harold Kane himself wandered out of the back office, noticed the man sitting with a bored expression in the waiting room.
"Sorry for the wait. Tait, right? We got some paperwork about you a little while back. You're good to go. Lydia will give you your full paperwork to complete. Welcome to the Raiders."
He wandered back into his office and closed the door behind him.