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* Name: Anastasia Kerensky

* Age: 32

* Height: 171 cm

* Weight: 65 kg

* Previous Jobs: Serving under Captain Starkiller as 1O if the Prison Liner San Quentin

* Qualifications: Knowledge about how to Fly and Command a Prison Liner

* Brief Biography: Anastasia was the daughter of a Police Officer and a Freelancer. At the Age of 19 her parets got divorced, she followed the advise of her father and signed up with the Police Academy on Planet Manhatten.There she attempted the course about Commanding big ships with specialisation on the Prison Liner. When she passed her exam as the fifth best of her class she was sent to the Arcania. There she gained more expierience of commanding such a big vessel like the Prison Liner and finally she got her promotion for beeing the 1O of the San Quentin, a old Prison Liner with an outstanding history. She served there until her 32 birthday,when she got the "present" from the Captain,choosing her as his follower for the Command of the ship,while he retired.

* Reasons for Joining: Continueing the work as a mobile Prison for the LPI in New York,Colorado,California.

' Wrote:* Name: Anastasia Kerensky

* Age: 32

* Height: 171 cm

* Weight: 65 kg

* Previous Jobs: Serving under Captain Starkiller as 1O if the Prison Liner San Quentin

* Qualifications: Knowledge about how to Fly and Command a Prison Liner

* Brief Biography: Anastasia was the daughter of a Police Officer and a Freelancer. At the Age of 19 her parets got divorced, she followed the advise of her father and signed up with the Police Academy on Planet Manhatten.There she attempted the course about Commanding big ships with specialisation on the Prison Liner. When she passed her exam as the fifth best of her class she was sent to the Arcania. There she gained more expierience of commanding such a big vessel like the Prison Liner and finally she got her promotion for beeing the 1O of the San Quentin, a old Prison Liner with an outstanding history. She served there until her 32 birthday,when she got the "present" from the Captain,choosing her as his follower for the Command of the ship,while he retired.

* Reasons for Joining: Continueing the work as a mobile Prison for the LPI in New York,Colorado,California.

ACCEPTED. In addition to your Prison Liner, we require all officers to keep a Liberator for use. Name will be LPI-Anastasia.Kerensky[RO] and good luck up there.

A giant donut on legs (st)rolls into Myers office, in amidst glancing stares that tried to pierce his tough exterior. Although this fella had a heart of jelly, he was a tough cookie alright.

"TEN HUT" He screams as he wobbles past the chief's door frame, and snaps to attention at the sound of his own commanding (and loud) voice.

Myers drops his cigarette as his mouth falls open in astonishment at this fat loud lout of a man.

"POLICE OFFICER CADET McMANUS REPORTING FOR DUTY SAH!" he screamed idly. Myers' forehead frowns delicately. "What .. Who? Who are you? What are you doing here?", said Myers.

McManus screamed semi-incoherently, "I'MHERE FORTHE LPIJOB SAH! THOSE LOONSRUNNIN ROUND WIT BROKENHEADLIGHTS MUSTBE STOPPED SAH!

Myers eyebrows go up in even more astonishment. He splutters, "uh ... " whilst idly waving his left hand. Cadet McManus, eager to get going, dumped a wad of sticky paper on Myers desk, screams wobbingly, "ABOUTFACE!" QUICK MARCH! ON THE DOUBLE!" and charges out the door, the piercing glances of other Policemen and women following his thick hide out the front doors with both consternation and relief.

Myers slaps his forehead with a meaty hand and sighs. "Where did he come from?!?" He suddenly thinks a nasty thought and calls one of his secretaries. "Natasha, make sure ANY vehicle piloted by a "Cadet McManus", has a vocal dampner program attached to his Neural Net interface. Have that program follow McManus around on all his Net profiles. We don't want him causing any accidents."

Myers sighs as he looks at the sticky wad of paper on his desk. He picks up and reads.

Quote:

• Name: McManus
  
• Age: about 33(ish)
  
• Height: 5'8"
  
• Weight: 637 pounds, give or take a few hundred.
  
• Previous Jobs: ex-sargent in the Ground Forces of Manhattan. Army, Sector 345, Social Security number #466572945-ALPHA-TANGO-TANGO-ALPHA-BETA-OSCAR-YANKEE
  
• Qualifications: Reached Sargent rank in the ground force army.
  
• Brief Biography: Grew up. My daddy was a sargent. His daddy was a sargent. His daddies daddy was a sargent. I want to be something different, something that will make a difference in this world. I saw a kitty kat got run over one day by a loon with no headlight. It was horrifying!
  
• Reasons for Joining: To stop the spread of malicious loons running around with broken headlights and taillights. It's a plague upon humanity! It's a travesty! Something must be done by someone, and that someone is me!

' Wrote:A giant donut on legs (st)rolls into Myers office, in amidst glancing stares that tried to pierce his tough exterior. Although this fella had a heart of jelly, he was a tough cookie alright.

"TEN HUT" He screams as he wobbles past the chief's door frame, and snaps to attention at the sound of his own commanding (and loud) voice.

Myers drops his cigarette as his mouth falls open in astonishment at this fat loud lout of a man.

"POLICE OFFICER CADET McMANUS REPORTING FOR DUTY SAH!" he screamed idly. Myers' forehead frowns delicately. "What .. Who? Who are you? What are you doing here?", said Myers.

McManus screamed semi-incoherently, "I'MHERE FORTHE LPIJOB SAH! THOSE LOONSRUNNIN ROUND WIT BROKENHEADLIGHTS MUSTBE STOPPED SAH!

Myers eyebrows go up in even more astonishment. He splutters, "uh ... " whilst idly waving his left hand. Cadet McManus, eager to get going, dumped a wad of sticky paper on Myers desk, screams wobbingly, "ABOUTFACE!" QUICK MARCH! ON THE DOUBLE!" and charges out the door, the piercing glances of other Policemen and women following his thick hide out the front doors with both consternation and relief.

Myers slaps his forehead with a meaty hand and sighs. "Where did he come from?!?" He suddenly thinks a nasty thought and calls one of his secretaries. "Natasha, make sure ANY vehicle piloted by a "Cadet McManus", has a vocal dampner program attached to his Neural Net interface. Have that program follow McManus around on all his Net profiles. We don't want him causing any accidents."

Myers sighs as he looks at the sticky wad of paper on his desk. He picks up and reads.
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The Chief then seems to change tact. He calls his secretary.

"Get that McMannus idiot back in here."

The "giant donut" is brought in and stands before the Chief.

"After reviewing your application, I've decided to try out a new feature to the LPI recruitment policy. Sadly, your application is denied. Have fun with the crocodiles."

The Chief slams a button on his desk, and the floor opens up underneath McManus, who falls into the crocodile pit. Myers bursts out laughing as the floor returns to normal.




/// Try applying in a serious fashion. I'm sure that would be accepted.

• Name: Victor Sturm
  
• Age: 26
  
• Height:1.75m
  
• Weight: 75kg
  
• Previous Jobs: Lawful Freelancer, Independent Trader, Interspace Commerse.
  
• Qualifications: High School Diploma, College Diploma, Piloting Diploma, Adv Piloting Diploma. (Failed Pro Piloting Diploma)
  
• Brief Biography: My father was secretly an outcast, but soon left the family to join the Corsairs. My mother worked for Interspace Commerse but died by decompression caused by a trade lance malfunction. My sister was a lone wolf, and most likely joined the LPI.
  
• Reasons for Joining: I feel an urge to serve, putting others lives and comfort above my own. Its a reward in itself, watching and protecting the growing house of Liberty.
  

The story on why i went to the LPI. ---

"Well, in the beginning i aimed on a distant target. I hoped to join the Navy, but it really doesnt matter to me, as long as i am to serve and protect. Call me crazy, but id sacrifice myself for a few lives of others. Id prefer that it wouldnt be neccesary, tho. During whole my youth ive pretended to be a Navy Officer. When i was to enter the Navy Recruitments Office, the door was locked and a poster clearly said, "Recruitment is closed until further notice"

"Hopes still up, i went to the LPI Recruitments Office that is still very much open. So here i am, bothering you with one of a thousand applications. I can only wish that you will take a look at it, and perhaps, give it a try."

"What really got me here, is the noticable lack of civilian protection. The world is a dangerous place, with all the piracy and terrorists roaming the sky, we must work our way to a safer enviroment."

"The law is the greatest pillar, the primary carrying the society and community. If the law fails, chaos will reign."

It was a rainy day.
Myers was just about to grab another doughnut when he heard someone knocking on the door.
"Soldier, go get that door open" He said, stashing his feet on a bunch of denied applications.
A tall, bright skinned man with charcoal-ish hair and sharp blue eyes entered the room.
"Greets, Chief." - "Have a seat, stranger" Myers threw a battered old chair over the desk.
"No thanks - Im here to apply for the LPI." Myers grabbed another doughnut.
"Whats new about that? - People do it all the time. Look whats under my foot. Your not the first"
"Victor Sturm is my name. Heres my papers. Let me hear you read it."

-- Myers reads out silently, with his eyebrows raised. --
"Come back tomorrow, i will consider it. Right now ive still got three doughnuts to be taken care of. Begone."
The tall stranger namely Victor nods twice before he leaves the room. "Farewell. Consider it if you please."

' Wrote:The Chief then seems to change tact. He calls his secretary.

"Get that McMannus idiot back in here."

The "giant donut" is brought in and stands before the Chief.

"After reviewing your application, I've decided to try out a new feature to the LPI recruitment policy. Sadly, your application is denied. Have fun with the crocodiles."

The Chief slams a button on his desk, and the floor opens up underneath McManus, who falls into the crocodile pit. Myers bursts out laughing as the floor returns to normal.


/// Try applying in a serious fashion. I'm sure that would be accepted.

30 minutes later, McManus stepped through the door to the chiefs office again, the onduty security/police guards still reeling away from the overpowering musty smell emanating from off the big tub'o'lard . He was dripping wet. And shaky. He set his jaw, he pointed a heavily jowled wobbly finger at "The Chief" and said quietly, "SAHTHAT WASNOT NICE! FIRST YOUBRING MEBACKTHEN YOUDUMPME INTO A CROCPIT. AREYOUSURE YOURNOTAMALICIOUSLOON IN DISGUISE? YOUR TRAPDOOR VIOLATEDABOUT THREESAFETY REGULATIONS!! I SAWRUSTON THE HINGES ONTHEWAY DOWN."

Chief Myers continued to stare at McManus in amazement during McManus's spiel. "You really don't get it do you, son? We don't want you on the police force! You were Denied! NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!" Myers yelled.

McManus thrust his jaw at the Chief, and crossed his arms and mildly said "MALICIOUSLOUT. OFFSPACELANES. YOURDESK IS SAGGY. SAFETY VIOLATION #16623. THOSE CROCODILES WERE UNDERFED. HEALTH CODE VIOLATION #24535." He ticked off points one by one on his fat dripping paws. "RUSTYTRAPDOOR SPRINGS. SAFETYANDMAINTENANCE VIOLATION # 67784. TOOMUCH DESKWORK WITHINTHE SPACEOF ONE HOUR. HEALTH VIOL..."

The chief yelled for other policemen "to get him out of here and lock him up". That didn't work. McManus just stood there, blocking the doorway. The chief called for a crane, but they couldn't get the chains around McManus. The chief tried to kick McManus' instep, but couldn't find it in amongst all the flesh. "Out out!" Myers cried and whimpered. "I neeeeeed my coffeeeeeee." McManus didn't budge, but didn't say a word either. Chief Myers tried various other methods of removing McManus, (some of which is not appropriate to divulge here. We must uphold the respect that everyone has for Chief of Police Matt Myers.)

Finally exhausted, Myers slumps in his chair and put a meaty hand over his eyes, and said, "What will it take to make you to go away, and never come into my office again?"

McManus came out from the doorway, and trundled over to the desk. He whispered articulately, "I WANT TO STOP MALICIOUS LOONS FROM BREAKING THE HEALTH AND SAFETY REGS SAH! THAT'S ALL I WANT. EVERY SHIP MUST HAVE SUITABLE LIGHTS. NO MORE KITTY KATS GETTING RUN OVER."

Myers looked up at McManus. "And you'll never come in here again?" "NOSAH. I'LL SEND YOU MY TYPED REPORTS." "Done,",Myers agreed vehemently. "Cadet McManus, welcome to the Police Force. Now please, get out of my office." McManus trundled out, and just as he got to the other room, (by this time the other officers were pressed back against the walls of the police station, to avoid the stench of excited crocodiles and the largeness that was floating past,) Myers remembered something. "McManus! Howd you get away from the Crocs?" McManus grinned and said amibly, "EASYCHIEF. I DISTRACTED THEMWITH ABOX OF...," he stopped in midsentence, then carried on in a hushed religious tone, "...DONUTS.THEYWERE MIGHTYGLAD!"

As we see the camera zoom back and we see McManus walking away from the Police Station with a happy grin smeared on his face, we hear the familiar comforting sound of Chief of Police Matt Myers, yelling at some flatfoot to bring him his coffee, black and strong, make it a double, on the double.

//This is a Zapp Approved post. See? it's got his stamp on it!

' Wrote:

• Name: Victor Sturm
  
• Age: 26
  
• Height:1.75m
  
• Weight: 75kg
  
• Previous Jobs: Lawful Freelancer, Independent Trader, Interspace Commerse.
  
• Qualifications: High School Diploma, College Diploma, Piloting Diploma, Adv Piloting Diploma. (Failed Pro Piloting Diploma)
  
• Brief Biography: My father was secretly an outcast, but soon left the family to join the Corsairs. My mother worked for Interspace Commerse but died by decompression caused by a trade lance malfunction. My sister was a lone wolf, and most likely joined the LPI.
  
• Reasons for Joining: I feel an urge to serve, putting others lives and comfort above my own. Its a reward in itself, watching and protecting the growing house of Liberty.
  

The story on why i went to the LPI. ---

"Well, in the beginning i aimed on a distant target. I hoped to join the Navy, but it really doesnt matter to me, as long as i am to serve and protect. Call me crazy, but id sacrifice myself for a few lives of others. Id prefer that it wouldnt be neccesary, tho. During whole my youth ive pretended to be a Navy Officer. When i was to enter the Navy Recruitments Office, the door was locked and a poster clearly said, "Recruitment is closed until further notice"

"Hopes still up, i went to the LPI Recruitments Office that is still very much open. So here i am, bothering you with one of a thousand applications. I can only wish that you will take a look at it, and perhaps, give it a try."

"What really got me here, is the noticable lack of civilian protection. The world is a dangerous place, with all the piracy and terrorists roaming the sky, we must work our way to a safer enviroment."

"The law is the greatest pillar, the primary carrying the society and community. If the law fails, chaos will reign."

It was a rainy day.
Myers was just about to grab another doughnut when he heard someone knocking on the door.
"Soldier, go get that door open" He said, stashing his feet on a bunch of denied applications.
A tall, bright skinned man with charcoal-ish hair and sharp blue eyes entered the room.
"Greets, Chief." - "Have a seat, stranger" Myers threw a battered old chair over the desk.
"No thanks - Im here to apply for the LPI." Myers grabbed another doughnut.
"Whats new about that? - People do it all the time. Look whats under my foot. Your not the first"
"Victor Sturm is my name. Heres my papers. Let me hear you read it."

-- Myers reads out silently, with his eyebrows raised. --
"Come back tomorrow, i will consider it. Right now ive still got three doughnuts to be taken care of. Begone."
The tall stranger namely Victor nods twice before he leaves the room. "Farewell. Consider it if you please."

Looks good enough, though the family history is a bit... sketchy, at best. ACCEPTED. Get yourself a ship and airborne.

• Name:Marcel Lee
  
• Age:25
  
• Height:180 cm
  
• Weight:65 kg
  
• Previous Jobs:Computer Engineer - Deep Space Engineering
  
• Qualifications:Basic Flight License, Advanced Flight License, Basic Fighter Training, BCompSc - Manhattan Institute of Technology, M.Sc.(Computer Science) - Manhattan Institute of Technology
  
• Brief Biography:Born of Manhattan origin, I led a relatively sheltered life. My parents explained to me that my great-great-great (they lost count at about 40) parents were of Chinese origins, and migrated to America for a better life.
  
  I didn't give two hoots about that, I was a true Libertian, true and true. Developed a passion for computers, pursued my Bachelor, then Masters in Computer Science at the Manhattan Institute of Technology. I got lucky enough to get offered a job from Deep Space Engineering. While computers was - and still is - my passion, there was a certain sense of... ennui. I was getting bored. I wanted to actually make a difference.
  
• Reasons for Joining: To protect and serve. I want to make a difference, and do my part for Liberty.
  

' Wrote:

• Name:Marcel Lee
  
• Age:25
  
• Height:180 cm
  
• Weight:65 kg
  
• Previous Jobs:Computer Engineer - Deep Space Engineering
  
• Qualifications:Basic Flight License, Advanced Flight License, Basic Fighter Training, BCompSc - Manhattan Institute of Technology, M.Sc.(Computer Science) - Manhattan Institute of Technology
  
• Brief Biography:Born of Manhattan origin, I led a relatively sheltered life. My parents explained to me that my great-great-great (they lost count at about 40) parents were of Chinese origins, and migrated to America for a better life.
  
  I didn't give two hoots about that, I was a true Libertian, true and true. Developed a passion for computers, pursued my Bachelor, then Masters in Computer Science at the Manhattan Institute of Technology. I got lucky enough to get offered a job from Deep Space Engineering. While computers was - and still is - my passion, there was a certain sense of... ennui. I was getting bored. I wanted to actually make a difference.
  
• Reasons for Joining: To protect and serve. I want to make a difference, and do my part for Liberty.
  

Always good to have educated officers. ACCEPTED. Get yourself set up in a Liberator named LPI-Marcel.Lee[RO] and good luck.

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