Name: UNKNOWN: N/A
A.K.A/ Nickname: Gas Mask
Age: 49
Sex: Male
Race: Humanoid/ UN-identified race
Combat History: Advanced tactic commanding, Advanced Sector planning, Advanced Battle Tactics Mark VIII. Advanced Navigation.
Hobby: Remaining calm. Relaxed. Enjoys Mind games.
Family: None on records.
Emergency contact: None on Records
Haiku:
"Risen from ashes...
Risen from the black soul...
now my legend's told"
Darkness was once a great gift of mine... gentlemen. I will not put any roses or fancy flowers in this broadcast. It will be honest and rather up-front...
My path began in the dark, seeing my family butchered in-front of my eyes as a child by a mercenary & his pet beast... It was only natural that I become a monster at heart. Claiming lives for the sake of my own self-gain with no thought of reason or care behind the action.
I've lived a life in the shadows of planets & in the fear of your children's eyes....
I've killed many men in my travels, For reasons of my own. People like yourself, Ones who claimed to be innocent... Make no mistake- I have never killed a woman, Nor a child... Only Men. Yet, Have we all not turned our backs upon the light and looked and gazed into the shadows?
One may say that I am a criminal... an outlaw... or just a Brute monster. I am whatever they say I am....
My father once said to me "Whatever you choose to do with your life is your own choice, Yet do not choose a path. Make your own"
I forgot those words long ago when I locked myself into the darkness of this mask, becoming the monster of nightmares, such like the one that murdered my family
.... I May not be the most pleasant of all people... I've made my mistakes as you have made yours, gentlemen. It is time for my to set aside my destructive path... I wish to arise from the shadows of my past and make a path that would bring honor to my family.
It's been some time since I've gotten into a fighter or a bomber... I've spent my last 3 years flying a Liner, Bringing joy and spectacular sights to the people on board. However they do not know my past... They don't even know my face... Yet they trust me.
The last year I've become confused with life... Why do you humans place trust in someone so easily? You show compassion to complete randoms... Sympathy to those in need, who you have no connections to what so ever... It is this- This Compassion and Trust is the very reason why I set aside my past and began to create my own.
I will cut this short for you- I'm sure if you want to know my full story and background ... You will ask me... But I'll finish this up with the following...
I do not know family... I do not know Love (However thanks to your species i know Lust all too well) ... But what I do know is Sirus, Back to front- left to right. I have patience, I have combat evasive training, I have Navigational mapping skills, I (recently to my own knowledge) Work with others quite well & I have the passion to start a new chapter for myself.
I may not be able to wipe the blood off my hands, But with your help gentlemen, I hope to Clear a path for my expected son. One of wealth & stability. With your help I can give him the life he deserves, And give him as much of a chance to create any path which he see's fit, Clear & away from the influence of Crimson running waters.
So gentlemen, Will you let me fly under your prestigious company? Or perhaps you need more from me?
--------------------Transmission Terminated by user--------------------
//Gasmask full background is written- However, It's rather messy & un-polished at this time - I wanted to get this application out first.
P.s- I hope my application was amusing and more interesting then all the rest, I like to be different & stand out in a croud.
"I could write a novel about how we here at IND appreciate dullness or plagiarism, but instead I'll devote my time to a more shorter answer allowing me to get back to my daily business."
"Short answer, no, you're not the type of person we're looking for, unfortunately for you. Perhaps next time you'd be actually willing to spend some time creating a haiku, instead of blatantly ripping one off from one the Sol era holo-libraries. Yes, we found out. Tragic, no?"
"That said, we wish *he chuckles* you all the best in finding the right job for you."
"Goodbye, Alex John."
"Stirling out."
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"Hi, Mr. Mask."
"I enjoyed the haiku, enjoyed the application. Emotions stand in the way when you're aiming for the stars *he grins*, I reckon no-one here at IND has gotten filthy stinking rich by having emotions. Welcome aboard."
"Make your way over to Oita and get checked up. See you soon."
Name: James Buckmaster Age: 34 Sex: Male Birth: Planet Pitts. (Or as I like to call it, The brownest planet around the town)
Professional History: Let's start at the beginning shall we? Starting off as just a grunt at Interspace Commerce. I had a nice desk job til Ms. Lil' Maggie had a job for me. I was to fly from New Tokyo to New London with a load of Basic Alloys for this new base we had. Apparently some guy called out, and there was a lot of moaning and complaining involved and I just said to hell with it and agreed (To be fair I didn't have an option. The... Person.. might have fired me on the spot. She was known for her demanding..ness..). So after going along, I realized I was in for the long haul. The Turning speed was about as fast as a sloth realizing he left his oven on back at his tree house. Was boring at first but I realized. Hey. I had no boss. I was free! It was like a mans dream. That is until I came across a few of the... unwanted people named Joe McSmith and his crew. Needless to say I had no credits, so they stripped me of my cargo and let me go with a smirk and a laugh. Skipping ahead a few more years and that little event made me pissed so I made it to Chief of Security within Interspace Commerce. I swore to take down pirate scum and the masses with shear force and weapons baby. Life was good. I learned how to fight and pilot a ship, and got paid for it! Killing pirates for money, for a company that I love? Sounds good.
Fast Forward another few years. This time I'm 30. Not a bad age, almost my prime.
So it's at this point, I'm shadowing Maggie. Learning how to lead and file paper work and basic leadership. To cut out the boring part of being trained, I become the CEO of Interspace Commerce. That's when I found out life was good. Or so I thought. The stress and the mental load you put on as the CEO of any company was fully realized when I took her role. It was hell. So that's why at age 34, I'm happy just commanding my smaller empire, but i'm not content.
That's my professional history in a nut shell. I want to be wealthy once again. I want to have the ability to buy whatever I see, whatever I want. I want my "Taxi" business to come to an "Airliner" business if you catch my drift. This small little trading empire just doesn't cut it for me anymore. I need to know the feeling of being rich once again. And I am hoping you ladies and gentlemen can help me.
*He lights a cigar and begins to turn off his communication link when he realizes something*
Oh. Also. Haiku.
He who holds power
Holds the credits in his hands
He is not alone
*He turns off the communication, right before taking a puff*
*** Communication Ended ***
*** Sending Enclosed Message ***
Addressees: James Buckmaster
Sender: Vice President Blake C. Monroe
Encryption: Tango-Niner-Bravo-Juliett
Subject: Your application
Mr. Buckmaster,
I'm really surprised to see an application from you here, I mean really surprised.
You know, I like the situation and thus far it's the first reply to an application I definitely enjoy to write myself.
Can you see the picture like I do? There's Interspace Commerce, quite a name when it comes to transportation in Sirius and without IC maybe we wouldn't even exist. So, we've got this frame and in that frame is the picture of the former CEO, that'd be you, not as shiny as it used to be. Maybe even bleached out a little bit.
The man who had everything now is the man who has to transport everything. Sweet diabolic irony, don't you say?
So you don't want to be a taxi guy anymore? You want to aim high again and do the 'airliner' business?
You know what? I guess I'm in a good mood today so I'll give you this chance but this one chance only!
If you're gonna screw this chance up I guess you'll be screwed for eternity and you can be happy if they'll let you steer a taxi again. You'll be contacted via more secure channels within the next day or two where you'll be taught the basics. That's all for now
"How you managed to pull it off to apparently 'hack' into our corporate database is beyond my imagination, but I can AND will assure you the following:
Run. Run fast and far. And pray we won't find you. We here at IND won't stop to take you down, we will make you suffer and bleed for this. My advice to you is to fly towards the Omicrons and meet up with some of them Nomads, so your death will be swift and painless. Because it will be nothing compared to what we will do when we find you. And we will. Rest assured."
"Copying a previous application from a secured database and altering the data to fit your person. Absolutely disgusting. I have nothing more to add. Run, marked man, run."
Short Bio:
Born in new york on planet mamhanttan.My parents were businnes men and they send me to trading school of planet and there i do PHD in trading and i wish to join IND
Regards:
Osama gulryz
You can ignore reality but you can not ignore consequences of ignoring reality
Addressee: Osama Gulryz
Sender: [IND] Legal Department
Encryption: Gold-Seven-Legal
Subject: RE: Your application
Mr. Gulryz
you've got some nerves to attempt to contact us again. Do you think a rather unsuccessful falsified application is simply forgotten within a couple of hours and that a new - and let me say - very poor new application will serve you a better purpose?
The Independent Neuralnet Division isn't the basic employer like Interspace Commerce, Borderworld Express or Samura Industries. We don't simply look for somebody who can command a ship through Sirius to make sure the hauled good arrive safely, we do look for people who do commit to their position, who serve with joy and pride among the other captains.
You instead just seem to be looking for a chance to make a quick profit and we doubt that you'll be a longtime employee if we would be willing to give you a chance.
You are not - and we hardly doubt you will ever be - material for a successful company like the Independent Neuralnet Divison so please save your and especially our time and stop bothering us. From this time forward your communication attempts will be blocked from this frequency and if you chose to annoy us via other means we'll chose different and not so kind matters to keep you in distance to us.
I hope this was clear enough for you!
So remaining,
[IND] Legal Department
Attorney-at-law
Member of the bar in:
Bretonia, Kusari, Liberty and Rheinland
Name:Richard Gray Age:52 Place of Birth:Planet Manhattan
>>Opening Message<<
*he takes a moment to allow one of his escort to light a piece of antique currency, which he uses to light his cigarette, then inhales and exhales the smoke before starting to speak*
"Greetings, esteemed ladies and gentlemen of the Independent Neuralnet Division. I am currently on a possibly life-long vacation on a private island, conviniently situated on Planet Curacao. It's lovely this time of the year."
"I was blessed, so to speak, with a small fortune after the most unfortunate departure of my long lost uncle which I used to kickstart a gambling business. Now, some may say that fortune actually came from illegal ventures, but, it's all blatant lies of course. And I've got 25 won lawsuits to prove it."
*one of his escorts starts giving him a back rub but he waves his hand motioning her to back off from camera view"
"Not now, not now honey. Anyway, everything pretty much worked out to my favor over the decades and I'm left with this sizeable and constant income of credits that I'm using to waste my life here on Curacao, but, I find myself missing the 'adventure' aspect of my younger days, and the companionship of like-minded individuals, such as yourselves."
"Now, I don't want to impose myself or anything. Well rather, I do, but I'm trying to appear polite here. Anyway, if you think I'd make a good addition to your organization, don't hesitate to call me. I'm available 24/7."
*he puts out his cigarette and lays his finger on a button in front of him*
Yours truly, Richard Gray.
>>Message Ends<<
Attachment Present -> Open? -> Y/N
A haiku:
------------------------------- "I'm rich but you're not
Like mere ants, your lives are plain
Quite a mundane lot"
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Name: Jason Barnes
Age: 63
Sex:Male
Birth: Planet Erie, Pennysilvania
Professional History: I was born in Erie 63 years ago, my family was a family of traders and warriors in space, i grew up until the age of 19 in planet Manhattan and i got my first job as a freelancer trader. My first ship was a camara and then i gain the Zoner reputation and I'd got a ZBW Transport
I want to Join IND because it is an honour for me to serve this faction, and because I have a lot of knowledge about Trans-Sirius and Non-Sirius space.
My Character in game is called Jason.Barnes if u want to send me the IND ID.
Awating for response,
"Trasmission Ended"