I hope this communique finds you in good health. This is in regards to your recent application to our company. I am sorry to say that your application has been denied. We don't have a position open at this time for someone with your abilities.
I do want to thank you for your interest in the Independent Neuralnet Division.
Sincerely,
Jonathon Winchester III
Procurements Officer
Independent Neuralnet Division
[font=Tahoma]Darkness is the canvas
In which soundwaves I star.
Musica.
Audio file "IllusionsNeverDismay.xmf" unpacked:
Konnichiwa to those who know how to live.
This could be either a pleasant surprise or an expected arrival,
Therefore I shall not assume either if
you know who I am or if I'll need my rehearsal.
A shuttle on space, a mind of my own.
I am a vivant. An artist per se.
A musician, a traveller. A carrier, who awaits to be flown.
Kusari of nature, both of heart and display, I shall insight you how I came to be, if so I may.
About music and poetry I was taught by the best, secluded in the riches of my place of rest.
"It's talent" they said. "He has the feeling" I heard.
The cosmos sings, but I am the chorus.
As much I may have, and as much I may own. It still at waste if it cannot be shown.
I tire of home. I want to go out, and in beauty gown.
Allow me, I ask of you, to leave my family to rest.
And finally start, to live with the best.
Additional Note Attached:
Good evening, gentlemen and women of I.N.D.
When the word of my message had been transfered to your office, I requested that a formal meeting would be arranged to explain my intentions... And you see, my manager wasn't exactly crystal clear on what I wanted. So, after I fired him, I decided to add a note on the last message sent. I hope my fame has already reached at least few of you. As many know, for the last few years I have been a very successful artist, mainly staged on the ground. Most recently, however, that has changed. I intend to take my work to the skies, to buy the most beautifull liner available on the market, and transform it on a lounge. My lounge.
For such action, I'd need the proper identification and the support of a good economical group to have the permissions for such. The Kishiro have been the green of my family for many generations but I believe I have outlasted and outclassed them long ago. That's why I came to you.
If you'd like further details, I would love to attend on a meeting. My SKA-p3 comm key is attached on the signal.
I'm sure both of us see the many profitable outcomes of this relation, don't we?
More Information about Musica on the Kusari-Teenager-Fanpage:>Musica< Recent Interview on the Vivi-Television:>Interview<
My name is Lucius Cogito.
I'm leader of Confederation of Freeports, administrator of Freeport 9 and Corfu base, member of Omicron Supply Industries leadership... and I'm bored.
You see... I achieved everything I could in southern parts of Sirius sooner then I expected. So now I have a problem - lack of challenges. Thus I decided to apply for membership of your... club.
A short bio would be something you'd probably like me to write...
Born on Gran Canaria. Son of a trader, grand son of a trader.
I got my first dromedary when I was 14. Helping my father unloading cargo from his old whale.
After his death, I took over the business and was hauling cargo everywhere I could get a contract.
Few years of hard work only got my old whale scrapped. Then I realised that single trader can't make any decent money and I joined OSI.
Some time working for 'em and I ended up in the management.
In the meantime, I became recognisable in zoner community. This allowed me to take over Freeport 9 and Corfu administration and - during recent zoner-corsair conflict - becoming second in command of CoF.
For some time now, I run CoF as leader.
What can I do for IND you would probably ask me?
Well, I know people. I know routes. I know demands. I know who to pay and who to threaten. I have time and motivation to get more and more.
I'm aware that my membership in IND will probably cost me some of the power I have now. But for some time, it can be very profitable to... combine power with money.
Haiku you say?
power and money
ones claiming my two lovers
I threat them or pay
Oh, and my, oh, my, I forgot about the tree. Herring?
Generally, I wouldn't cut it with it because it is not as it was too reasonable to do it with it.
But if you insist... one, two, three... there's no tree.
Name: Danielle Wright Bio:
I'm gonna be frank with you people. The only reason I'm applying for this job instead of working to just buy your whole operation is because my lawyers are telling me I have to appear publicly humble if we're going to win this case about the [REDACTED] I allegedly [REDACTED] a few months ago. (As if I was supposed to know he was the [REDACTED] of the freakin' chairman of [REDACTED].)
Although perhaps some of you can sympathize. We may get along yet.
Anyways. More on me.
I was born on Planet New London and was having a pretty drab life. Trying to work my way up in entertainment, since they always told me I was rather nice to look at, but I was only making it into small-time news stuff for some reason. Then one day my second husband fell from our 38th floor suite. And it just so happened that I had taken out an enormous life insurance policy on him a day earlier. A damn lucky coincidence if I do say so myself. And my legion of lawyers tell me the judges agreed. This was a pretty sad time in my life, as you can imagine.
Once I got the taste of that insurance money I knew I needed more, though, so I used it as initial capital to start my own little business doing construction work all throughout Bretonia. Pretty big-time stuff. But I got lonesome, see, 'cause I didn't know any other billionaires. Then I heard about IND. More money. Like-minded people. It doesn't take much to pique my interest. And now, here I am.
Haiku: Do you own a house?
That is really impressive.
I own your city.
And while I'd like to cut down a tree for you with a herring, I diverted the river and cleared the forest a few months ago, so we don't have the fish or trees to work with.
Skype info can be found on my own neural net portal (//dat profile).
consider this transmission an application as I've heard that you're lookin' for eager businessmen - and women too, I guess - to fill your staff. I gotta admit that your reputation does speak very well for you and I've done a little research, well, at least I tried to find out more about you. Frankly, I haven't been able to get much information as you seem to cover yourself in a huge mystery.
-The transmission pauses for a while and as it returns the background has changed-
Looks like they're still trying to find me, poor little fellas. *he starts grinning for a second*
Oh, in case you're wondering what this is about... Well, I've been on a business trip. A little import and export, you know? All went very well until this little cop showed up, from what I can tell he's very new to the business as he refused to look away while I waved some credits into his account.
But he's not been very lucky, he lost me in the debris field. Kinda fell sorry for him, heard his last transmission calling for help as some business partners of mine made sure he wasn't calling for backup or even reveal the name of my ship.
I don't like loosing credits... Not to mention my cargo.
But enough chitchat, I guess you fellas are waiting for the usual stuff so let's start this:
Quote:Name: Blake C. Monroe
POB: Reno, Planet Manhattan
DOB: 08-21-759
Licenses: Freighters, Transports - valid in all 4 houses
Used vessels: Grizzly, Stork, Pilgrim
Curriculum Vitae:
I made some credits with gambling and as I didn't knew how to spend them I went to the closest ship dealer and bought myself a Grizzly. Yet there were still credits left and I liked the idea to make more, much more credits so I bought myself a Freelancer license to travel around the houses looking for good opportunities.
At first I was nothing but an embargo runner between Liberty and Rheinland but when a contact of mine offered me to increase my profit I couldn't say no.
Here I was travelling through Sirius with cargo that better won't be spotted on any scanners. I got addicted to the adrenaline rush that flooded my body whenever a vessel of the law enforcement closed into my position and it went all very well until 789 when a - former trusted - contact set me up. He sold my flight plan to the Liberty Navy and while I tried to escape from this ambush they shot me down. I lost my cargo, I lost my vessel and I lost my freedom for 3 long years.
But as we all know, one door closes but another one will open.
During my time as an inmate on Sugarland I made some new contacts, I found new informations and I got in touch with an officer who could use some credits. The day I was released from this prison station I found myself on planet Houston, no ship, no crew.
While I checked my account I realized that this "eager" law enforcment officers didn't knew about my second bank account and I was able to get my hand on a Stork to continue my business without any problems.
With the information I acquired from the prison guard I knew about the patrol schedules from the LPI and from what I've learned I also knew that the Navy wasn't a big risk at all.
My business went pretty well from 792 until 810 when I lost that damned Stork due to a reactor explosion. Some engineer at planet Hamburg messed up with my special settings which boosted the engine power a little bit to be able to outrun those Gunboats. Here I was, back with a door closing in front of my face but as y'all know... It didn't took long until another door opened.
While sitting in one of the numerous pubs on the planet somebody familiar walked in, somebody I haven't seen in a while. It was that sleazeball who set me up years ago and he still had a bill to pay.
Luckily he didn't recognize me at first but after a couple of beers and some hints I gave him he remembered my face, the story and the last words I said to him before those cops put me in jail.
Long story short, from that day he hadn't had any use for this former ship and I, call me "lucky", had a new one with a nice and clean record to continue my journey. Eight years have passed since that day and I'm still in the business but I need a little change. That's why you're readin' this bio right now.
-The video stream turns back on-
Hope you're still awake there, gotta be quite boring to read all that, ain't it?
But well, back to the talking. I've heard you fellows like these Kusari poems, here's the one that's been on the bridge or in the cockpit of every vessel I've ever flown so far:
Search Enlightenment
The hiker lost in the field
sun high in the sky
Guess all I can do now is to wait for a reply on this. And as my stern seems to be safe on this planet I'll go to the next pub having myself a nice and cold beer.
mosquito drinks deep,
a bellyful of warm blood;
hand of vengeance strikes.
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Biography
Applicant ID : Seipher Lewis Hail
Registered location : Freeport 10, Tau-37
Registered Age : 21
Height :5 "9
Weight :175 pounds
Occupation :Temporary Freelance Mercenary(Looking for a place to call home)
I will add a temporary name for now,since the IND command would like to approve names first.Therefor I will amend this BIO if my name was not accepted.
Born into a military family on the planet Los Angeles,in the California system,Seipher Lewis Hail grew up being trained in many different forms combat.From hand to hand martial arts,to full scale fleet engagements,he was trained all his life to join the Liberty Navy.At the age of eighteen one week before he was due to be inducted into the Liberty Navy,His father Nathan Hail,was court marshaled.His father had a long and strained rivalry with a commander of the same rank, Sergent.This man Sergent Richard Hayes,and Nathan have competed over promotions for as long as Seipher could remember,Now with a promotion looming,Sergent Hayes planted a laser pistol,that he use to kill a private two weeks earlier in Nathans locker in the LN barracks.After planting this evidence Hayes gave an anonymous tip to high command about the weapon.After a quick search and seizure,the LN quickly arrested and court marshaled.Hayes had thought this through very well,and there was no way Nathan could beat the charges,even though he was a loyal and honorable servant of the navy.The trial went lighting fast and Nathan was put to death.
Serina Hail,Seiphers mother fell into a deep depression and could no longer care for herself let alone her now adult son.Seiphers resentment for the LN grew larger every passing day.He took his fathers life insurance,and booked his mother and himself passage to New London,he also bought a MK III Series 2 Laser sniper rifle.He climbed up to a roof overlooking the area where Hayes was about to receive his promotion.The ceremony was large and many civilians and navy personal,came out to see the ceremony.The shot would have to be perfect.As Hayes came to the podium the Admiral shook his hand and gave him his new insignia of Master Sergent.Just as the smile spread on Hayes face he was hit directly in the heart,by Seiphers well aimed shot.The crowd flew into a frantic frenzy of panic and fear.Seipher ran to the rear of the building and used a glider to get to an adjacent roof.On this building he used the roof exit to get down,he signaled a passing taxi and met his mother at the spaceport,and they left Los Angele's,for New London.
Seipher resided on New London with his seriously depressed mother,for two years before he depression finaly got the best of her and she withered away,and passed two days before Seiphers birthday.The life insurance policy from his father had run out a year ago and he had no policy on his mother,so not only was he left broke,he was deeply hurt at the loss of another parent,and blamed Liberty for the state his life was in.Alone broke and desperate,Seipher needed a fresh start.He went to the spaceport to sit and think.After an hour or so he decided to just find a simple job and try to be happy,Seipher then proceeded to leave the spaceport when two liberty police in disguise,approached him from behind.They threw a hood over his head,one grabbed his feet the other grabbed him under his arms and they carried him to their executioner heavy fighter,and launched.One of the officers romoved the hood,and asked "Did you really think you would get away with that assassination?" Seipher did not respond,instead he worked diligently to slip his restraints.The officer proceeded to beat Seipher with his fists and police issued stun baton.During the beating Seipher succeeded in slipping out of the rope that bonded his hands behind his back.The officer went to hit him again when Seipher countered,he slammed the officer into the wall and snapped his neck,Seipher then slowly moved to the cockpit and gave the piloting officer the same death as his partner.Seipher took control of the ship and moved to Tau 37,where he sold the ship to the Zoner's in Freeport 10,no questions were asked.It is here he became a low level mercenary,and learned of the IND faction through rumors,and news feeds.He thought the independent faction would be a perfect fit and proceeded to send in an official request to join this great group of pilots.
Seipher,is a good man,he is full of pride,honesty and loyalty.His sense of humor is grand and he has much humility.Seipher can almost always be seen smiling,and having fun when time can afford it.Deep beneath his hard and silly exterior lays a deeply profound and intellectual,star ship pilot.Seipher belives deeply in family and the bonds of brotherhood,and also in justice.Willing to give his life to the cause of the IND,and do their bidding,he shares the goals of being rich and famous as most.But more than anything he longs for brotherhood and comrades to fly beside,and share his life with.Still harboring a resentment for Liberty,he seeks ways to bring justice to there corrupt government,however revenge has been dealt in his mind,and he is not clouded by rage or grief.He just seeks a way to help others who may have been hurt as he has.
I have not yet made an account for this faction yet.I will do so when or If I am accepted.
I have reviewed your application with our usual background check. I have come to the conclusion that you would make a fine addition to the IND. With that said, Please make your way to Wall Street Station in Oita as soon as possible. Then, once we get the non-disclosure statements signed we will get you added to our rosters.
Engineers at heart
Lawyers build cases with facts
Arguments with words
Ladies and gentlemen of the board,
My name is Valic Orcus Walker. Hereby, I submit my application for the Independent Neuralnet Division.
Understandably, one would like to get to know someone before hiring them, so I have taken my time putting the following on paper.
I am *COUGH*ty-five years of age, and have been on the board of a freelance company for a few decades, following in the footsteps of my father and mother, who were both on the same board, of the same company. They have since retired, and thanks to the many contacts they have made in all branches of space ―and the wealth they've gathered for themselves― they now enjoy a peaceful life of luxury in a spacious house the lush forests on planet Gaia.
They have introduced me to many of these contacts, and I have been able to establish many new relations with new acquaintances in my time.
It is my understanding that you are looking for members with various skills and qualities to make the perfect company, as a smith would hammer links together to forge the perfect chain armor. It is my hope that I may become one of the links in your armor. I am certain I can put my skills as pilot, and my contacts to good use for the IND.
Thank you for taking the time to review my application, and I am very much looking forward to the Board's decision.
It is my hope I get accepted, but in case matters go down-hill... Like my cousin Johnny always said: "Keep Walking."
With kind regards,
V. O. Walker
A precedent made
May, like a mountain, endure
Or vanish like dew.