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Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH]) - pchwang - 11-24-2010

"Bandido," says the old man. "He's no good. Probably more suited to more grisly work than the kind offered by la hermandad..."

The quiet stranger did not reply, only taking a small sip from the tiny, glistening glass. He did it defty, so as not to tip the wide-brimmed hat he wore upwards. When he placed it back on the table, it was empty. The old man reached for a bottle beneath the counter and filled the stranger's glass with a rich, amber liquid. He then replaced the bottle to its resting place.

"It is said that when they sent him out to the Malvada cloud, he did not return with one artifact - but many. Too many," continued the old man. "The rumor was, and has been, that he killed the two other ninos sent with him, and stole what they had found."

The stranger emptied the glass again, and the old man went for the bottle again. "But, I guess that is why we call it el cemeterio de los inocentes."

The stranger placed a gloved hand over the glass before the old man could pour again. "Es sufficiente. Does this man have a name?"

The old man, startled, paused as if to recollect some ancient memory. "Uh, si, ah, they call him Tuco."

"How old do you think he is?"

The old man paused again, trying to think. "Maybe in his thirties, or forties? I am an old man, I don't remember much anymore."

"And you said he could fly, verdad?"

"Si, senor," replied the old man, brow furrowing. "Why are you so interested in this man? Like I said, he is riff-raff. Not the kind of man you would want in la hermandad. He is a murder, a thief, a rapist, and a man with little honor. He is probably more suited for the Black Sails, if anything."

The stranger must have given the old man a stern look, or maybe, did something ridiculous, like drop his pants, because suddenly, there was no sound coming from the main room of the nearly deserted bar in the middle of the Cretan desert. The man known as Tuco cursed from beneath the floorboards, unable to see the exchange between the agent of la hermandad and the old man. He did not like the idea of having to rot in the hot, airless cellar for another hour.

"Well, I am only speaking what is true, senor," said the old man.

"Very well," said the stranger. He reached into his coat pocket and removed a card. "These are troubled times, and La hermandad is looking for good pilots, regardless of what kind of life they've led in the past."

"You tell Tuco to get in touch with me if he feels like starting fresh," continued the stranger, tapping his finger on the card twice.

"Vale, I will do that, senor," said the old man.

"Adios, senor."

"Adios."

With that, the stranger walked out of the bar. The old man took a deep breath, and sighed. Then he walked to the other side of the room, picked up a broom, turned it the wrong side up, and rapped the hardwood floor with it. After several minutes, and the creaks and clanks of one coming up a flight of well-made, but aging wooden stairs, a wild looking man emerged.

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"Jesu cristo," muttered the old man. "Do you know what they will do to me if they find that they're sheltering someone like you?"

The wild-looking man said nothing. Panting, he walked slowly and methodically behind the bar counter, and found the bottle of rich amber liquid that the old man had kept there for the stranger. The wild-looking man chuckled, uncorked the bottle and took a long swig.

His thirst quenched, the wild-man chuckled. "Alfonso, you really do keep the good stuff away for the important guests."

"Tuco, that bottle of rum is worth much more than you are right now..." began the old man, Alfonso.

"Don't start, yayo. This town wouldn't be here if it weren't for me."

The old man sighed audibly. "Sometimes, I think we would have been better off just scattering out into the cities."

"Better off than what? Here?"

"Better off than hosting a Corsair who attacks transports carrying food shipments and artifacts!"

"Now, Alfonso, where does all your food come..."

Before Tuco could finish, the door to the bar opened with a creak. "So, you are the one they call Tuco."

Tuco did not answer, but rather, took a short swig from the bottle of rum and moved closer to the counter, where he placed a hand on Alfonso's 10-gauge shotgun. "Si, I am Tuco. How may I help you, senor?"

"You don't need to explain," began the stranger. The man pointed at the card he left on the counter. "It told me everything I needed to know."

Tuco glanced at the card, then glanced at the stranger. The shotgun hidden beneath the counter was pointed at the newcomer now - and at this range, the depleted uranium pellets in the single cartridge would obliterate anything standing within 10 yards in front of it. Tuco shot a look at Alfonso, the old barkeep. Alfonso reached over and picked the card up. He flipped it, and saw a small, black disk crudely taped the the back.

"Dios mios," muttered the old man. "Listening device..."

The stranger chuckled. "I think you're heading for a fork in the road, Tuco, and I get to pick which direction you get to move in. I have a man training a gun on your head right now. I can tell him to shoot or I can tell you about la hermandad, and we can move on."

Tuco said nothing. He tightened the grip on the shotgun.

"But that's entirely up to me," finished the stranger. "What is it like? To have your life in someone else's hands?"


Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH]) - Vince - 11-25-2010

The stranger stood proud, tallish man with athletic build, his hair was dark and long, with a bandana around his head. His hair partly covered a white gothic cross imprinted on the bandana. He wore a long brown overcoat. He stared down Tuco, with a slight grin on his face.

"Well Senor Tuco, what will it be. Your life can end here today, in this desert bar. Probally fitting a man of your nature. Or you could listen to what I have to say." The Stranger moved his one hand inside his coat, reaching for a certain item. He watched as Tuco's eyes glared at the moving hand. Knowing of the corsair reputation the stranger smiled. "Easy Amigo, we dont want whatever your holdin behind that counter to go off now. That would be bad, for both of us. Ere you go" he tossed a gold coin to Tuco, and Grabbing it Tuco flipped it over and saw the Insignia of La Hermandad (The Brotherhood) on it.

"I am Elder Vincent Valentine, and ave travelled far to this hell hole to find you senor." Vincent grinned. "Cant even drop my pants around ere to take a dump..dunt know what ye might catch ere ey?" the corsair elder said chuckling.

"I am sure you ave 'eard of us hermano. We are the first, the oldest corsair house ye will find. And we are in need of your, How should I put this, skills. In honesty, I must say I ave heard the stories, and find that you are a man not unlike myself. Tis not often that we approach someone to join us, but the time is at hand for la Hermandad to rise once more..to its full strength." Vincent walked forward towards Tuco and stopped in front of him. He held out his hand as if to greet the man standing infront of him.

"All you need to do senor, is choose. Choose to take that hand of yours thats behind that counter, and greet me. Like corsairs do."





Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH]) - pchwang - 11-28-2010

The old barkeep, Alfonso, looked at the man known as Tuco, and then back at the man of the Brotherhood. A cold bead of sweat ran uncomfortably down the side of his face. It was not everyday that he found himself an innocent bystander in the middle of a mexican stanford between a bandit, a Brotherhood Elder, and a sniper off in the distance who may or may not exist.

Suddenly, Tuco turned to him, and jrked his head towards the door to the stuffy basement. "Alfonso."

The old man understood, and quickly shuffled off downstairs.

The Brotherhood Elder frowned. "I hope you sent him downstairs for a good reason."

Tuco chuckled. "I was down there for nearly an hour. Want him to experience it for himself."

The Elder said nothing.

Tuco picked up the gold coin the Elder tossed on the table. Slowly, he lifted it to his mouth and bit into it, feeling the soft metal curl around his set of yellowing, charles teeth. The bandit smiled. "If there is more where this came from, I'm your man."




Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH]) - Midnight Hawk - 11-30-2010

Full Name :Tadeo Aaron Cortiaz

Age : 19

Skills : Scouting and Recon, Undercover Operations.

Why : To repay my debt to The Brotherhood for saving my life. Also The Brotherhood is a large Faction that is a powerful influence and I wish to be a part of it.

Biography : Born on the planet Crete shortly before the Nomad Incursion, Tadeo was orphaned at a young age. His mother had died during childbirth and his Dad was killed a year later by a Bounty Hunter Patrol. He was taken in by his Uncle who was a pilot of some skill. His Uncle had taken Tadeo into space several times and noted the child'€™s quick reflexes and cold analytical mind, and so he recommended him for pilot training. Tadeo proved to be as prodigious as his Uncle had thought and was selected to be part of the training programme. Tadeo passed the course with flying colours, but his instructors noted that he had an obsession with Bounty Hunters. Tadeo was swiftly accepted into the raider patrols and became a rising star in the recon and scouting feild. This earned him the nickname '€œMidnight Hawk'€, his friends reasoned that like a hawk flying at midnight he was stealthy and his prey'€™s first sight was also it'€™s last. A year later, he was flying a raid with his uncle to attack a trade lane. The raid was a huge success and no one was lost. Little did he know, there was a huge bounty on his uncle'€™s head, dead not alive. On the way back, the raiding party was attacked by a Bounty Hunter patrol, and before Tadeo could react, his uncle was murdered before his eyes. Tadeo flew into a rage at the death of his uncle and obliterated the patrol before the Ace leading it destroyed his ship and tractored in his escape pod. Luckily for Tadeo, this Ace was also wanted by a group of Corsairs known as The Brotherhood and whilst the Ace was returning to his base, The Brotherhood ambushed and killed the Ace, and picked up Tadeo'€™s escape pod and freed him. Although Tadeo had the credits to buy a new ship and return to raiding, he had always been a man on honour and gratitude, so instead decided to repay The Brotherhood with his service for a lifetime, to repay his debt for avenging his uncle'€™s death and for saving his life. So he went to the recruitment office and put in his application and nervously waited a response.


Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH]) - Vince - 11-30-2010

' Wrote:The old barkeep, Alfonso, looked at the man known as Tuco, and then back at the man of the Brotherhood. A cold bead of sweat ran uncomfortably down the side of his face. It was not everyday that he found himself an innocent bystander in the middle of a mexican stanford between a bandit, a Brotherhood Elder, and a sniper off in the distance who may or may not exist.

Suddenly, Tuco turned to him, and jrked his head towards the door to the stuffy basement. "Alfonso."

The old man understood, and quickly shuffled off downstairs.

The Brotherhood Elder frowned. "I hope you sent him downstairs for a good reason."

Tuco chuckled. "I was down there for nearly an hour. Want him to experience it for himself."

The Elder said nothing.

Tuco picked up the gold coin the Elder tossed on the table. Slowly, he lifted it to his mouth and bit into it, feeling the soft metal curl around his set of yellowing, charles teeth. The bandit smiled. "If there is more where this came from, I'm your man."

Vincent grinned at Tuco's remark. "Senor, you will soon find, that there are more to life, then those gold coins, but if that is what sparks your interrest, then Aye..sure" Vincent noticed a blinking light on his wristband and opened up a small console on the band. He looked at the little screen and turned his glance to Tuco again. "Find us on Crete Senor, I will have to leave now. I will send word to our engineering bays that you will be there soon. They will outfit you with a new Brotherhood Titan. I am looking forward to flying with you." Vincent turned around and exited the bar.


Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH]) - Vince - 11-30-2010

Incoming Transmission:
From: Brotherhood Chambers, Planet Crete
ID: Elder Valentine
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Senor Cortiaz,

I have recieved your application, and have sent you a private transmission with some questions. These are a mere formality, but please complete them, and send them back to me as soon as possible.

I have sent word to our engineers to prep another Brotherhood Titan. As soon as I receive your private transmission, I will give the them the go-ahead to release it to you.

Good Luck Senor.


Transmisison Closed:



Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH]) - Death.RunningVerminator - 12-01-2010

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Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH]) - Vince - 12-01-2010

Incoming Transmission:
From: Brotherhood Chambers, Planet Crete
ID: Elder Valentine
[Image: vincentvalentine4.jpg]


Senor Cortiaz, or Should I say Brother Cortiaz,

Your application has been succesfull. Welcome to the Brotherhood. I have cleared your Titan with the Engineers on Crete. Please go to the Broterhood Hanger, and pick up your new ship and name it. You may name it as follows: Firstname.Lastname[TBH], Lastname[TBH] or Firstname[TBH].

Remember, the Titan is a marvelous ship, and our main ship of operations. Fly it, learn it, master it, and love it. Always make sure it is well looked after.

Again, congratulations and Welcome Brother.

Vincent.

Transmisison Closed:



Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH]) - Rodent - 12-01-2010

[color=#993300]Incoming Transmission
Communications ID: Acacio D'Souza
Communications Source: Cadiz Base, Omega 5 System
Communications Recipient: The Brotherhood System Nodes
Communications Subject: I think I have earned it.



*A young man, barely out of his Teens appears on the screen. He has a little scraggly beard, but speaks firmly*

Buenos Dias Senors. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Acacio D'Souza, and I come from the D'Souza familia on Crete, of moderate esteem and power. My parents are named Rafael and Joanna D'Souza, and I have Eight Brothers and Sisters, the youngest being just toddlers. I am the second son in the family, my brother Robert...is longer with us.

So enough with this, time to move on to details. I have earned my stripes at the age of Sixteen, passed the tests without problems, and served for a little while at warfronts in Omicron Eta, and for the longest time in the guerilla and scrap warfare in the Omegas. I've survived through that hell, and I believe it's time for me to take on bigger and better things. My brother used to be an ace pilot, let's see if I can match up to that.

Gracias, and godspeed.

D'Souza out.

[color=#330033]End Transmission



Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH]) - Vince - 12-01-2010

Incoming Transmission:
From: Brotherhood Chambers, Planet Crete
ID: Elder Valentine
[Image: vincentvalentine4.jpg]


Senor D'Souza,

I have done some background checks, and have read up on some interresting reports on you. It would seem that you have indeed earned your stripes, and my contacts on Yaren and Cadiz speak highly of you.

As you said, I think it is indeed time for you to go onto bigger and better thinks. Your application has therefore been accepted. I have sent word to our engineers on Crete, and your Titan will be prepped and ready for you to designate.

Welcome Brother,

Elder Vincent


Transmisison Closed: