Name: Aksel Goldstein
Place and year of birth: Planet New Berlin, New Berlin system, 20th October, 795 A.S.
Personal Background: Where to start? I was born and raised into a wealthy family on our glorious capitol, privately tutored and shielded from outside influences until I was nearly a man. My parents were the strict and traditional kind, and I was enlisted in one of the military academies of New Berlin, from where I graduated in 813 A.S.
Afterwards, I joined an autonomous military division based out of Dresden, and spent the next five years combating the various elements "for the greater glory of the people of Rheinland". Such propaganda passed for some, but I had my own reasons.
In 817, during the outbreak of the war, my division was accused of high treason, and I would be lying if I said it wasn't entirely our fault. Many fell, others were arrested, but I managed to escape with my personal Wraith, and take refuge among the Zoners on Freeport one. Deciding to let bygones be bygones, I wandered the sector for a while, before finally settling down on Freeport Ten, Tau 37, the other side of the sector. There I served for a time as a guard of the freeport, but even that came to an end.
I eventually returned to Rheinland, and secretly visited New Berlin, where I was introduced with some of the activists of the party, and ultimately decided to join the movement. And here I am now, on Brucshal.
What brings you to our cause? I've served outside your particular armee, but still affiliated with the Bundschuh for over a year now and I feel I could contribute much more if I was working inside the Vereinigte Widerstandsarmee, rather than flying on my own.
The corruption inside Rheinland cannot be disregarded, I fled from it once, and I will be damned if I did it again.
Skype protocol communication code: aflamingpickleofdeath
Name: Lizzie McLowell
Place and year of birth: Planet Cambridge, 800 AS.
Personal Background: Born to rich aristocrats, Lizzie always had been fed with a silver spoon. Having access to Bretonia's best education system, she was set to become a Cryer engineer and scientist like her mother, her grandmother, her great-grandmother, and so on. Top graduate in all of her classes, amateur of sports and all kinds of activities as she'd grow older, Lizzie was sent to Rheinland to perfect her engineering skills in a prestigious academy funded by Daumann. Unfortunately for her parents, Lizzie was a bit of a party girl with ideals, and when she heard rumors of the Bundschuh being great pacifist warriors to protect the Rheinland society she herself witnessed as devastated, she abandoned her precious career to become an activist. For her, the longest spring break ever just begun.
What brings you to our cause?: "Gooten Tag!", says the lady with an horrible accent. "I've heard of your group and read about their magnificient exploits! You fight for justice and aren't half as rude as the Hessians, or a third as brutal as those Unioner scums! Let me join your ranks for me to help spread your words of pacfiism, for the greater good of not only Rheinland's people, but all of Sirius! Together, we can change the Galaxy!", obviously, the girl seemed a bit... deluded about the true nature of the Bundschus, but she seems to have spirits!
Skype protocol communication code: thisrandomperson666
Name: Valerie Froehlich
Place and year of birth: Planet Baden Baden, 800 A.S.
Personal Background: I am Valerie Froehlich and I have long lived with my mother on Baden Baden in Stuttgart. My mother is very cagey about my father, but from what I can piece together, he must have served the Bundschuh up until the year of my birth, when he mysteriously disappeared in the Frankfurt System, near the Westerwald. All I have been told is he was a great ace in the army of the people, fighting for the workers against the Rheinwehr. I don't know much about flying, but i have it in my blood, I can feel the exhilaration even when ferrying the rich to a from destinations planetside.
What brings you to our cause? My mother and I have long lived in the lower classes of the resort workers treated like dirt by the aristocracy of Rheinland. I look for answers, about my father, and what my life is meant to be.
Skype protocol communication code: dietzthegreat
Name:
Steve Harlow
Place and year of birth:
Planet Pittsburgh, NY, 785 A. S.
Personal Background:
Was born in the sort of Pittsburgh neighborhood I really don't want to describe in writing. Back around fifty years ago, there was more of an industry there, with a smelter and a couple manufacturing plants.
Everyone in the area was in industry, pretty much.
By the time I was growing up, the only thing left was a cement plant and when I was old enough to work, that had been closed down too.
The whole place was owned by DSE, and I guess it wasn't profitable anymore. I don't really know, the people there didn't get much of an explanation.
All I know is they closed down everything to encourage people to move elsewhere.
Only most of these people don't have anywhere else to go. So you've got this dusty hell hole of a town with no jobs and hopeless people.
I got out of there mostly by luck. Hitched a ride to the closest spaceport one day and tried to find work, and after a disappointing half a day went to a spaceport bar.
Got into talking to an old DSE transport pilot that couldn't deal with space flight anymore - his digestion couldn't cope. Or at least, that's what he told me.
He said I could have his ship with no payment in advance, which sounded like a great deal. He even flew the first trip with me to show me how to handle it, since obviously I didn't have a license.
So the next years, I flew that DSE Mammoth around Liberty, getting experience while paying it off.
What I found out the hard way was that that old guy didn't actually own the ship, and one day it was simply impounded right at the space port.
DSE took it back, along with literally my entire savings, which were tied to the ship.
Needless to say, I felt pretty cheated. And my life took a turn for the worse.
With no money, I started drinking, and stealing to survive.
It was then, in some crappy bar on Pittsburgh, that I was approached by a guy who said there was a group that shared my concerns, that cared about the economy in Liberty. That was the Xenos. He took me to a planetside "clubhouse" of sorts, and the people there talked a lot of sense. So, I joined them on a flight, a "patrol" as they called it. I quickly realized on that patrol that they were definitely not the sort of people that I wanted to be around, destroying a Kusari transport for literally no reason other than that it was a foreigner.
It was then that I decided I had to leave Liberty. I sold the only thing I had left, the contents of my tiny Pittsburgh apartment for a bargain-class trip to New Berlin.
Had no idea what to expect there, but I was sure there wasn't anyone in Liberty that cared about guys in my situation, so I might as well try it out somewhere else.
That's where I caught a public transmission from you guys. I don't know much about Rheinland politics, not going to lie, but I really liked what you were saying, and I guess I really believe that you're looking out for the average Joe, and not just bureaucrats and fat cats.
What brings you to our cause?
I guess I pretty much explained that above. I have literally nothing to lose and I suppose I just believe in you folks.
Don't have any money I can support you with, nor too much experience, I'll be honest. I can fly a transport, that's pretty much it.
Skype protocol communication code:
(you have it <3)
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