[font=agency fb][color=white]Albrecht Herrmann - Born 5th March, 782 A.S. - joined security branch of Republican Shipping in early 803 A.S. after graduating from PreuÃische Military Academy in New Berlin. Finishing the short training period, he started his career as escort pilot, and through years, after proving his abilities in accompanying and protecting convoys, climbed through ranks within the corporation and by the end of 811 A.S. took the role of scout in various important convoys. Although acting as scout always put him in line of danger, his experience as a scout pilot, and his previous trainings always helped him in leading the convoys to destination safely.
  By the end of 816 A.S, although his abilities were proven to everyone, there was no notable increase in his payment, which only resulted in his dissatisfaction and made him look for any opportunity to earn extra cash. Mainly doing private escorts while off-duty and occasional gambling at Freeport bars on their stops during longer routes. One of these gambles led to an offer he couldn't refuse, and was the first step of his new life.
  He was having a drink and a casual chat with the Bartender when he noticed four strangers sitting at one of the tables and whispering something while looking at him, leaving his glass of beer at the bar and walking toward their table, he stood up straight as he said "Und vhat are -You- looking at?", throwing short glances at each other, one of them started talking with strong Bretonian accent, "We 'ave heard y'er a man o' gambling, 'ey mate?" Chuckling and shaking his head, Herrmann said "Ah, now ich see vhat you are looking fur!" then holding a finger up, he walked back to the bar and returned with his glass of beer. Putting a chair from the closest table, and sitting down, he continued, "So, vant to play a game ov kard?" Another one of the four chuckled and said in a lower voice as he leaned forward, "Nope, we'd rather try something new." Scratching his chin, Herrmann said after a silent moment "Depends..." and leaned forward as the other man continued, "Let's say we're a group of freelancers with not-so-good standing toward house authorities, I bet you know what I mean..." and suddenly went silent as Herrmann narrowed his eyes, but then cleared his throat and continued, "We know you're escorting a large convoy of Diamonds, and the whole cargo they're carrying worths more than 150 millions. But -You- being the scout, I don't think we can get our hands on even one of those transports..." And studied Herrmann's expression for a second who was listening silently, then continued "Let's make a deal... Much like a gamble - You run your convoy right into our trap, and you'll get out of there in one piece, 50 millions richer than before." Fifty millions - a number so high for a normal corporate pilot that he had to actually think for a second to figure how many zeros that would mean - wasn't something he could simply refuse, but to make sure, he asked "Und how vould ich know you von't simply... Grab ze kargo und fly avay?" The second man turned his look back at the Bretonian one who leaned forward and said "We'll pay ya 20 in advance! But mate, if ya try ta play funny, ye'll be in deep crap, ya get it?"
  Drinking rest of his beer, Herrmann stood up and pointed at the Bretonian, and he said before running out of the Bar "Ich vill meet you here tomorrov morning, und zat's only -If- ze kash iz already in mein akount by zen."