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---------- Recruitment OPEN until further notice ----------

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Join Criteria:

• Skype is required!
  
• All submissions must include a Haiku. (Not including an Haiku or ripping one off from any database will mean immediate failure to apply for IND) (Be warned!)

It also must include a detailed set of biographical information.
Post in this lovely recruiting thread; but bear in mind that we're a snobby, elitist RP faction and we will snort upon your application with disdain if we feel that it contains insufficient levels of 'snuff'.

That being said we're actually not really at all. If we feel that your submission was simply made off hand it will be discarded with the same casual disdain, but we'll work with you day in and out if you're earnest about joining but are uncertain as to how you might proceed.

That also being said, no orphans! I understand that every hero needs an origin story, but we frown on any orphan that isn't cleaning out a chimney followed by having the good graces to die at the age where it ceases to be a lovable street urchin. Parent's who weren't killed by Orcs prompting you to perform action X are encouraged.

1. Do not create an IND character prior to being accepted. Doing so will result in an accounting error taking place emptying your account and providing yet another of my ex wives with a very charming yacht/law proceeds for my next divorce.
   
2. New members of the IND are to get their character name cleared prior to character creation. Failure to adhere to this rule will result in our choosing your name for you... You wont like it.
   
3. New recruits to the IND will be administered a test to determine that they are familiar with the Discovery Server rules in addition to the lore of the faction.
   
4. Make sure to have read the Faction Rules, found on the Information page at the Legal Technicalities section.
   
5. New recruits must show evidence that they are able to leap tall buildings with a single bound.
   

Good luck.

Skype:

Given upon acceptance.

Haiku:

A blind fly
Sees not the clear glass
splat



Character Bio

Name: Lee Ramos

He is just a plain and simple large rig long haul captain that got in over his head. His boss sent him and his ship was blown up in Galia. He was stranded on a Junker base. After washing dishes for weeks, he found his way onto an (indy)UC ship and serves as their navigation officer, guiding them from Orkney to the Freeport in Tau 29.

Here is an example of some Ramos rp. The full link to whole post is Here, but here is a clip of it.


"Are we in the Taus?...Bloody hell..." Ramos almost angered, he had heard the Taus were no place to be, dead or alive.

.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: Yes this is the Colonials space

"Captain, multiple weapons signals ahead, reading a mine field sir" the Nav officer trying to stay on top of everything going on.

"Stay with him boys, we can't stay here and we can't go back, Engineering full power to the shields, hold on everyone this could get bumpy" Ramos barking out orders, he hit the transmit button again.



"And whose idea was it to go through this mine field.." His tone giving away his obvious displeasure.

.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus:*Laughs* Better choice than across the Bretonia/Kusari war zone

"But if you think about it...good tactic..no one would ever think to look for a Stork in a mine field." Ramos backing down a bit, seeing that the Junker was guiding them through it with little or no damage to the shields.

.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: Well, out next stop is the last system before Gallia
.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: As far as I know this is the Orkney system...
"AS FAR AS you know? I thought you knew the way SIR?" Before Ramos could finish they jumped again with out warning, this time the effect took their engines offline.

.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: Sure Ramos *winks*
.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus:What is your destination again Ramos?

"Damage report" Shouted Ramos
"Sir engines offline, life support nominal..."



"Some space port owned by Junkers."

Ramos multitasking to the best of his ability, his limits had been reached. How many times was he going to have to tell the Junker where they were going, regretting the fact that he had sent over more wine for the Junker to get drunk on.



.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus:Well, we have the Lodava Space
.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: ahh...As I see, you forgot to form up on me right? *Laughs*


"Mayday, Mayday" yelled out Ramos.
.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: What the Hell?

The battle was brief and fierce. The Stork was doing all it could to keep the Outcast off of its long hull, but was loosing the fight. It was then the crew saw the Junker come flying in 10 meters above them, firing guns in all directions. The crew of the LuckyStrike let out one big burst of "Yea." followed by swearing and threats aimed at the outcast raiders. The Junker gave them enough time to clear out of the area and hit the Cruise engines.

.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: Are you all right Ramos?
.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: Damn Sniffers

"Thank you captain..almost had me there..I see a station..can I dock?' Ramos hopping that they could, the ship needed to restock on batteries and Nanobots.

.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: Sure feel free
.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: As I know that is a council base
.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus:So its safe to dock there

"It will be a little bit...reload on shield batteries and hull nanos" Ramos reported to the Junker.

.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: Sure I have to dock too..those sniffers caused some damage on my ship too
"You guys getting shots of all this? Download the coordinates to this base" Giving orders and regrouping his thoughts. He barked out some more orders and the Helmsman and Comms officer negotiated docking on Reunion Station.

The two ships docked, and the ships were attended to by a group known as the Council. Ramos met the Junker at the Bar and were sharing drinks and swapped stories while the ships were restocked with the needed supplies.

"Is that a Mine field?" Asked Ramos looking out the bar window.
.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus: Sure just refresh your nav map Ramos...
"That is huge" Ramos amazed at the size, and now just as Drunk as the Junker.
.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus:Yes..a damn minefield, but I know the way *winks* So it wont be a problem.
"What? you mean to tell me the way to Gallia is through the mine field?" Ramos wondering what other superhuman feats was he and his Stork going have to complete before they got to Gallia.
"Now I know why no one wanted this job" Ramos finishing his drink.
.:j:.Sleazy.Scarabeus:Yes that's why I had my payment from your company..to take you to Gallia.
"Junker Leading the way...Outcast everywhere..and..mines all over the place" Ramos could only laugh.
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Proof that a tree can be cut with a herring

// need to walk my dog, or she will crap on my floor and there is no save option... will edit this when i get back...don't want to chance the post getting lost as I won't remember the snazzy hiaku...I'll send this off and ammend it in a bit.

Cheers
oZoneRanger

Mr. Ramos, your application for employment has been accepted. Please forward skype protocol information over secure comms to continue with the employment procedure.

Otis Jethro- V.P. of Operations

Comm ID: [color=#33FF33]Rhys Myldred-Aldewyn
Subject: The application of my life


Good day, Ladies and Gentlemen.

About my person, for not to hold you too long. My name is Rhys Myldred-Aldewyn, born on Planet Cambridge in 790 A.S., where I got the basic education. I later went to the university of Planet New London, of where I got a 4.0 grade as a master of engineering and economical science. I later on went to Cardiff mining station, where I served five years as the leading engineer for mining operations.

About my family.... Well. I could do some other things in Sirius, pretty sure. My family owns a huge area of about 550 square miles on Planet Cambridge, where we are doing research about pharmaceuticals and bionics. My uncle leads the bionic research facility of her majesties standard research division, which is being funded by my parents.

For me... Well. I myself got a CT-69 Crane for my 25th birthday. This is what I am able to offer to your company. You may ask, why I am not glad with what I already have. Well. The reputation of your company runs all over sirius. You are the only real ones. You are the ones making deals, and the ones making profits. The ones opening possibilities, where little hope exists. Increasing wealth, where no wealth exists.

And I want a piece of the cake. I want to be... what I always wanted to be. A part of the influence. A part of the winning side. A part of the profit. I offer my knowledge, and ask for yours. For the wealth. For money. And for capitalism.

Also, joining the famous Independent Neuralnet Division, would be the best that could happen to my vita. You are the ones famous over all Sirius, not only for delivering every risky cargo just in time, but also for evade the greatest threats man can imagine, and to always being succesful in those. You know, I myself, with what I am worth, and the wealth I was born in... The only way for me, to do interstellar work is for the famous IND.

In regards to a possible future employment, and to show that I am more than willing to work for you, I have already bought a ship, that would perfectly fit the needs of your company, so I assumed.

Banks are more dangerous than standing armies.

In god we trust, and if not, we can buy...

Rhys Myldred-Aldewyn
Assistant Director of Cambridge institute for engineering and economical science


PS:

Money makes the world go round
paying people, paying men
always works, is what I've found.

Applicant ID : Lilith Therol
Registered location : Planet Nevers, Burgundy
Registered Age : 25

Salutations, members of the IND.

I've been thinking a lot before sending you my application, as various parameters may interfere such as my origin, but I consider that being honest with you is always better than living with the feeling of being a liar.

My name is Lilith Therol. I was born on the Augustus class station Alesia in Burgundy, as my father who was working for the Gallic Royal Police was assigned there. He later died of what in Sirius you call a class D cancer that wasn't diagnosticed. Unfortunately, in Gallia the price for any kind of medical operation is extremely high. My mother decided to move to Nevers after my father's death, and I began working as a transport pilot
for small company called Ouest Injection when I turned 16. It was good enough to pay the bills and have a close to decent life with my mother. A year later, Île de France Shipping bought the company, so I automatically became an employee of IDF.

A few months ago, I've started to be sick very often, so my supervisor paid me a visit to the hospital to see what was wrong and eventually patch me up. The result was that they diagnosticed a class D cancer. My supervisor then fired me as he received the hospital's report as a medical operation for a class D cancer in Gallia cost several millions.

Ever since, I've tried to fight my way through and attempt to gather the 3 millions that are necessary for the operation. I realised that it's impossible. Impossible with the jobs I have, that do not go over 1,400$ per month.

I don't think at this point I have much to lose by trying my luck with you. I have not much except my life to give you in the event you would accept to help me.

Yours Sincerely,
Lilith Therol.

Greeting Miss Therol and Mr. Myldred-Aldewyn,

I have reviewed your applications with our usual background check. I have come to the conclusion that both of you would make a fine addition to the IND. With that said, please forward your skype neuralnet information to me as soon as possible. Then, once we get the non-disclosure statements signed we will get you added to our rosters.

Sincerely

Jonathon Winchester III
President Pro-Tem
Independent Neuralnet Division

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Born 27 years ago on planet New London. The son of Gregory Heysham Sr, CEO of the once biggest power company on New London. From the moment Jr. was born, he was meant to take over his fathers'€™ business. He had little to choose in life, his path was laid out in front of him. Jr. never doubted his future. His fathers'€™ company was going to be his life, no reason to question that. He looked up to his father, always aiming to make him proud. This caused his motivation to come deep from his heart, resulting in perfect grades in business school.

Then the time came. His father would soon reach the age of 60, his time for retirement just according to plan. But then the revenue service discovered an enormous accounting fraud, which made the stocks of the company drop like a brick. Sr. was illegally creating money out of thin air for years. The company couldn'€™t handle the image loss, combined with the fine of several million credits. Bankruptcy followed soon after.

Selfish as his father always was, he sold everything that was left of the company and disappeared to celebrate is long anticipated retirement. There was nothing left for Jr, so it was time for a change.

Devastated by the shattered dream, Jr. suffered from a severe depression for 2 months. He realized he had to move on with his life, that not everything was lost. The motivation to achieve did not leave with Sr, fortunately. He still wanted to be one of the best, so the IND was one of the very few options to consider.



<div align="right]Skype: Alphadog_NL

Name: Mark Jensen
Date of Birth: 9/10/791 A.S.
Born: Planet California

Previous Occupations
Biography

all across the stars
the temptation of credits
takes me beyond rich

Comm Id: Lord Gregory Bayliss
Location: Wall Street Station, Oita System

To Messers Jensen and Haysham.

After careful consideration your applications have been granted full status. We expect you to be present and accounted for at 09:00am tomorrow morning. You will be presented with contracts that you will sign, and given keys to the workers washroom. This room is to be kept to standards at all times.

Lord Bayliss.

Communication Closed.