12-09-2010, 01:19 AM
Good morning, Admiral Anderson.
I hearby submit my application for the Primary Fleet of the Liberty Navy.
It's been a lot more enjoyable than I thought it would be when I signed on to the Secondary two months ago, and I think I could make a living doing this for a long time. Which is quite startling, seeing how I been a gypsy most my life.
Anyhow, I have aided Commander Cain of the Oakland multiple times in the past, should you need a witness as to my professionalism.
And you request a background, right? Well then. On with it.
As you might have guessed from my name, I am in fact an expatriate from Bretonia. I was born fourty-two years ago on Trafalgar. My dad was a Molly, and mum a good old Junkess. I grew up there for the most part, spending the occasional half-year on London for the summer months. At 16 I got a job as a dock worker, and by 17 managed to grub up enough cash for a CSV. I quit working the docks then, and spent the next two years hauling in scrap from the fields, untill I earned quite enough to see me off well wherever I chose to go. I blasted out of Trafalgar, and in the intervening twenty or so years I've been across most of Sirius. I traded the house circuits with Bowex for a while, learned how to mine diamonds from some Daumann folks, led a protest against the pollution on Leeds with some peacenik Gaians (not the hardcore piraty ones, those blokes are nasty), buggered the nasty jack out of the RM and got kicked out of the Rhein for making fun of their strudel, spent a few years plowing the Omicrons trading with the Zoners, beat the bloody blue out of some Nomads out in Delta working with the Order, 'ell, I even spent three years on Crete fighting Outcasts as a mercenary in the Hispanic Wars. To be short, I've been halfway across Sirius and back, and I know which way the wind blows. And I would most sincerely appreciate being accepted into you august organization.
Regards,
Ian Holmes
I hearby submit my application for the Primary Fleet of the Liberty Navy.
It's been a lot more enjoyable than I thought it would be when I signed on to the Secondary two months ago, and I think I could make a living doing this for a long time. Which is quite startling, seeing how I been a gypsy most my life.
Anyhow, I have aided Commander Cain of the Oakland multiple times in the past, should you need a witness as to my professionalism.
And you request a background, right? Well then. On with it.
As you might have guessed from my name, I am in fact an expatriate from Bretonia. I was born fourty-two years ago on Trafalgar. My dad was a Molly, and mum a good old Junkess. I grew up there for the most part, spending the occasional half-year on London for the summer months. At 16 I got a job as a dock worker, and by 17 managed to grub up enough cash for a CSV. I quit working the docks then, and spent the next two years hauling in scrap from the fields, untill I earned quite enough to see me off well wherever I chose to go. I blasted out of Trafalgar, and in the intervening twenty or so years I've been across most of Sirius. I traded the house circuits with Bowex for a while, learned how to mine diamonds from some Daumann folks, led a protest against the pollution on Leeds with some peacenik Gaians (not the hardcore piraty ones, those blokes are nasty), buggered the nasty jack out of the RM and got kicked out of the Rhein for making fun of their strudel, spent a few years plowing the Omicrons trading with the Zoners, beat the bloody blue out of some Nomads out in Delta working with the Order, 'ell, I even spent three years on Crete fighting Outcasts as a mercenary in the Hispanic Wars. To be short, I've been halfway across Sirius and back, and I know which way the wind blows. And I would most sincerely appreciate being accepted into you august organization.
Regards,
Ian Holmes