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Well that was weird
I undocked from Fortitudine, did some mining and then tried to redock, to find I didn't have access, rather strange that, since I have mined a few times and managed to dock easily before

But I guess I need to be readded to the accepted list of pilots, fair enough my ship name is WOX4u, a BMM hedgemon, I hope that this is acceptable to your requirements.

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Hello WOX4u,

I am sorry for the docking problems.
We did a software update lately, problem is fixed now.

Yours,
Lord Duncan MacRae

Name: Rasco.Wellington
Ship-Name: Ann (Hegemon)
Faction: BMM
Special skills: Able to work long hours, make multiple trips per day/night cycle
Do you like Bretonian sausages?: Abso-lutely!

(07-26-2014, 08:32 AM)Lord.MacRae Wrote: [ -> ]

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This is the medical artificial intelligence of Lord MacRae.
Your request is going to be processed as soon as Lord MacRae's detoxication has finished and as soon as he is capable to visit the office again.
The party that took place in the Tea & Pea bar this night, with free drinks, had a bad influence on his condition.
Thank you for your understanding, please stay patient.

Completely understandable. I shall carry on with my deliveries until further notice.

Pablo was stepping in front of the door of Lord McRae suite on Fortitudine, a paper in his hand, looking unsure whether he should just leave, or knock on the colorful and finely decorated door.

After a few seconds, he finally decided for the latter.

*knock, knock, knock*

The miner was apparently tense and nervous, dancing from one feet to another... No answer came from the suite, even after he knoched a second time.

He somehow appeared to be relieved.

'Well, looks like he is not here... Guess I will just leave him the message then'

He managed to fix the paper on Lord McRae door, and want to get a whisky at the T ' n ' P.

Paper was reading :




Dear Lord McRae,

I thank you for the job you got me as a BMM independant contractor at your Manchester mining operation site, I really appreciate this !

After thinking a bit, and chatting with many fellow miners and transporters of BMF|, who all told me about the flexiness and liberty they had in their job, I decided to take the chance and apply to your company.

You see, I always imagined I would remain all my life independant, so that I would not have to bother for anyone else's whim. But seeing how your folks seem happy of their job, the flexiness proposed in your work contracts, and all the advantadges you had to offer, I told myself :

'Pablo, don't be stupid and take this chance. It might well not happen twice in a life this kind of offer !'

And so, here I am, writing you my application letter. Well, I did not dare to use the communicator, as it asked me for an encryption protocol, and I don't know anything about these things... So, maybe it looks a bit stupid, but I wrote it for you on a good ol' paper sheet.
And maybe some of these days you can teach me about this encryption-thingy !

So, think I said it all...

Ho, almost forgot, you requested some info for any applicant, here they are :

Name: Pablo Sten

Ship-Name: Pablo.Sten (Percheron) and Pablo_Sten (an 5th-hand Hegemon I got in a aunction in New London. Closest to a wreck than a ship if you would ask me, but heh, it flies.... somehow)

Faction: BMM independant miner as of now

Special skills: Not much... Except some skills with mechanics and maintenance of ship engines, so people often tell I could fly even a steel ingot

Do you like Bretonian sausages?: Herm... that's the touchy point... You know, when you were raised as a Libertonian, you're not used to mint sauce... at all...
but maybe with more time, I can try to get used to it... Maybe...

Yours sincerely,
Pablo Sten

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Name: Mortimer Crawford
Birth Place: Planet Leeds
Age: 50 years old
Faction: Currently? An independent miner.
Special skills: Good miner , skilled at using his Spatial to operate in mine fields and keeping pirates off the fields.
Do you like Bretonian sausages?: Is there any other way to eat sausages?

Good Evening!
My name is Mortimer Crawford , but most people just call me Mortimer or Mort. Well i will try to give brief story about myself.
When some months after my mother turned thirty five they found out she was pregnant, of a boy, they had a really hard time during my childhood expecially when i was still a baby... my mother couldn't go to work because she had to stay at home and take care of me soo my father had to work for both and still they barely made it through each month. But i think the toughest moments of my childhood were when i got to fifth grade , i wasn't the best student , i was terrible at sports, geography and some other subjects but to top it all off i was bullied by some of my class mates for being smaller, more fragile and and weaker then the other kids . One day an older boy decided to push it to far and pushed me off the road when i was leaving school and was almost hit by a car.
After some a year of that hellish place i asked my parents to change me to another school. During the my summer vications that year i decided to try and watch the news (even though i didn't understand anything of what they spoke about), read more to try and make up for my other flaws soo that i wouldn't be picked on in my new school. My favourite subjects were astronomy and geology and soo after years of begging my parents to let me see my father's work place , a sulfur mine , they finally agreed to take me when i turned fifteen , i was soo fascinated by it that i couldn't stop thinking about how cool it would be to work in such a place and one day if i got really lucky to retire, buy a ship and travel through Bretonian Space during my final years.
When i turned eighteen i managed to convince my parents into getting me into a flight academy ,where i was thought to use small vessels. Sadly my parents almost starved to pay me for my academy and had to ask lots of favors to our family and friends to buy me a Starflier.
When i graduated i found a job working for a BMM miner , who also became my future wife.
Ten yeras later at my birthday my wife offered me a super heavy fighter vessel known as "Spatial" that i used to protect both of us and help her mine. We spent plenty of happy years mining in fields of leeds , more exactly sector F4 where we used to obtain Niobium Ore that we would sell to bretonian transports. Unfortunately some years after that leeds was under attacked by Gallic Forces, soo we had to be more discrete with our mining operations. When leeds was finally taken over by the Gallic Royal Navy we managed to land in a remaining Bretonian Armed Forces's base in Planet Leeds. We manage to leave the Leeds system and make our way to manchester when we got clearance to leave the base, it was quite hard with gallic patrols all the time in took us months to launch our ships. After some days in a bar at Sheffield Station i heard this company was looking for miners to work in a Raw Hydrocarbon's field soo here i am.

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