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Coalition Recruitment Thread - Tomtomrawr - 03-12-2009
Ronon waited for a while for a responsee, and he finally got one. It was from the clerk that he had been with a few days ago. According to him, some things that Ronon had not known about before had come into affect. The clerk was new on the job it seemed, and he apologised for it. "You didn't know before, now you do" Ronon thought. The clerk told him that he had to see the recruiter in person. Ronon was currently fighting Liberty Navy patrols in California, so as soon as he was done he returned to the bussling streets of Manhattan. He returned to the same building, opened the same door, and walked into the same room. The clerk recognised him instantly, and apologised again for the trouble. He indicated a door, and Ronon stepped through.
He stepped into a moderately sized room, about 10 feet squared. Grey wallpaper was beginning to curl at the tops, and the small bulb at the centre of the room was barely able to do the job of lighting the room. There were two chairs and a table in the room, a computer was resting on the table, with stationary holders and a paper draw, just in case it came down to the old fashioned way.
Ronon sat down on the chair nearest to the door that he entered the room from, and sat down. Thirty seconds later another man entered the room through the same door. Ronon estimated the man was in his early fourties. He had short, grey hair, the first signs of wrinkles, and his eyes burned with a determination Ronon very rarely saw. The man sat down in the other chair, and logged onto the computer. He typed on the keys fast, giving Ronon the impression that he did it alot, and regularly.
'Hello, i'm the SCRA recruiter for this recruitment centre. Now, what is your name?'
'Ronon Dex, I signed in a application a few days ago, but I wasn't told about the new procedure with applying in person.'
'Ah yes, a new one, normally I talk to the people about their applications, and either accept or denie them.' The man continued to type into the computer, and Ronon eventually saw his application pop up on the screen. He read through the application, then nodded. 'Yes, Planetform's empty promises are known very well, although nobody on their planets knows this fact.' He continued to read. 'Am I to assume that you still fly this Guardian?'
'Yes Sir, but i've managed to acquire some better weaponry, in the field of "CODENAME" technology.'
'Ah, the best weapons around, very powerful i must say. We didn't have many of them when i was a pilot, but now the SCRA is full of them. Sometimes i regret leaving my post as a pilot, but i figured i need to help more people join. Now, what sort of Military experiance do you have?'
'Well, for nine years i've been destroying Liberty Navy patrols, along with tens of Planetform transports, maybe even hundreds, but i might be wrong there. The planetform transports I destroyed did not contain terraforming gas, they contained luxury food. What happened to me is happening again on other planets, i want to be part of a force that can stop Planetform, and the houses, as they are corrupt and idiotic.'
'Idiotic is a strong word son, i'd say the right word would be "misleaded". Once they know the truth they will join our cause. I think your application checks out, i shall pass it on.'
'Is there any other reason for me to stay here, or will the decision take a while?'
'I wouls suggest you get back into your ship and continue with what you normally do. Write down your neural net communications code here,' the man slipped Ronon a piece of paper, 'and we'll contact you as soon as our decision has been made.'
'Thank you Sir.' Ronon wrote down his communication codes and left the building once again, and entered the streets of Manhattan once more. Ronon could of sworn he saw the same people as the couple of days before, but he was sure they wouldn't remember him. He liked it this way, it made him invisible, just another man seemingly heading to work.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - bluntpencil2001 - 03-12-2009
The recruiter didn't even bother meeting this 'Ronon'.
Armed guards bundled him away, cursing in various languages (Russian? Chinese?), the occasional bit of English being picked out.
"We've told you before! You're lucky we don't shoot you, beat it!"
Coalition Recruitment Thread - bluntpencil2001 - 03-13-2009
Richthofen swung back on the plastic chair, reading from old-style paperwork as he smoked a thin, cigar in his typical, menacing fashion.
He marked notes on the paperwork with old-fashioned coloured pens, deciding who would be taken on as a recruit.
The Gallic girl that came in earlier, she'd do. There was something in her eyes. He could tell the sort he needed. Hardened, but not to the point where they no longer care. He used his green pen to add a note by her name.
-Recruit Rose Moreau -ACCEPTED-
He had also heard good word about this Sofiya Tolstov lass from the Commissariat. She still needed an interview, but it looked promising.
-Recruit Sofiya Tolstov -PROVISONALLY ACCEPTED, AWAITING INTERVIEW-
Huang Zhao... didn't seem the right sort. He was no soldier of the Revolution, not to the Captain's practised eye.
-Applicant Huang Zhao -DENIED-
Andres Salazar, an Outcast. Dirty junky. Wanted to join 'the winning team'. Unreliable. The red pen moved again. He had shifty eyes too. He was lucky that Jan didn't have him shot. At least he was given the chance to live.
-Applicant Andres Salazar -DENIED-
This 'Yakov Smirnoff' character didn't give off any reason for Jan, known for being somewhat paranoid, to trust him. Again with the red. Red was normally good, wasn't it? Well, not here, unfortunately.
-Applicant Yakov Smirnoff -DENIED-
There was then an interesting case, another man that couldn't follow instructions or make it to an interview, it seemed. One 'Joseph Raiken'. Well, if he could make it to an interview, Captain Jan Richthofen might have seen fit to find out more about him. Right now, well, he had only a form.
-Applicant Joseph Raiken -AWAITING INTERVIEW-
Jan leant back, finishing his smoke, following it up with a glass of water. He shook his head at the amount of work all this took, but shrugged... at least the seat was comfier than his command chair on the Genghis Khan.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - JosephRaiken - 03-13-2009
Joseph walked slowly down the brightly illuminated hallway, he was nervous but confident at the same it was a strange feeling. He came to the door where the meeting had been arranged to take place. He knocked two times, and waited. After a few seconds there was a muffled invitation to enter. Joseph entered the room and was shocked to find the room was very dim, a solitary light on the desk in front of him was the only illumination.
With a slight hesitation Joseph stepped towards the desk and stood by the chair in front of it.
With slight amusement the recruiter nodded to the chair and said, "Take a seat comrade."
Joseph sat stiffly in the metal chair, although it was cold and hard Joseph thought he could feel the smoothness caused by many other people who had attempted what he was attempting...
"Hello sir, my name is Joseph Raiken. I wish to serve the Coalition, I believe that my goals and the Coalition's goals are one in the same..."
The recruiter abruptly interrupted, "Your goals? Your...There is no 'Your Goals', if you wish to join our ranks there are only the 'Coalition's Goals'. Let there be no mistake in that comrade. Now, why exactly are you interested in joining our ranks?"
"I understand. I...I have seen what the Capitalist Navies have done to Sirius. They murdered my parents, and they murder innocents. I have no home left in Sirius but I wish to serve a cause that stops those who have defiled Sirius. I have heard stories...I have seen your pilots fight with valor and courage that can only come from a true and right cause. That is why I wish to join your ranks."
The recruiter tilted his head to one side. The quiver in the young man's voice was full of passion, yet he had heard this before. Well, most of it. But, the man's vigor was not a bad thing.
The recruiter leaned back taking the man in a little more. "Very well, what experiences do you have to offer the Coalition?"
"Well, I have some limited fighter experience but some extensive knowledge of trading and a keen sense of telling what people's true intentions are...That is mostly how I know that the Coalition is true to it's cause, I hope those feelings are correct. I will serve the Coalition in anything they ask of me and bring all that I am and all that I have to it."
Joseph exhaled deeply after this, sweat ran down his forehead. He knew this was a crucial moment in his life. One he may very well never have a chance at again.
The recruiter nodded solemnly, then said, "Well, I have heard what I needed to hear. You may go now, the Coalition will be in touch."
Joseph rose and offered his hand to the recruiting officer, the officer did not flinch simply smirked at Joseph. Joseph nodded and said, "I hope to work with you in the future sir."
And with that Joseph Raiken walked from the room, heading straight to Freeport 1's bar for a drink.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - Tomtomrawr - 03-13-2009
Ronon was pushed out onto the alleyway. He stormed out of the alley, seeming furious. He rammed another person moving down the alley in the opposite direction. This person had a sense of care in his eyes, he didn't bother reacting to the push, just carried on walking down the alley and into the Coalition recruitment centre.
'I'm here to buy a Dark Green Griffin, and it's 5.46pm.' The man had no time to waste, he knew that people can track you wherever you go. The receptionist had an honest look of temporary suprise on his face. Nobody had walked in and done that before, never been so blunt about it. Finally the look of shock died, and he returned to business.
'Ah, another possible recruit to the cause. Hopefully your not like that Ronon Dex character that just stormed out, did you see him?'
'Yes, he was in a fury and rammed me. Still, it doesn't matter, i know he was denied for a reason, hopefully one that won't affect me in my application.'
'Currently our recruiters are busy with other clients, it will be at least another hour and a half before any recruiters can see you. You can sit down and read some of our "brilliant" magazine selections.' The man sat down in one of the best chairs he could find, and made sure he was facing the door out, just in case.
"Never fret about what you can't control." he thought, as he entered a state of sleep, but always with his eyes open, aware, ready to move out at a moments notice.
His state of rest was interupted two hours later by the receptionist.
'The recruiter is ready to see you. Sorry about the extra wait.'
'No problem, I could stay in that chair all day.' the man chuckles, pushes the chair back into it's original place, and continued to the door the receptionist had indicated. He entered, and saw the peeling grey wallpaper, desk and chairs, stationary and a computer, and another man in the chair further away from him.
'Greetings, please take a seat.' the man sat down in the other chair, making himself comfortable. 'Why do you want to join the Coalition? No offence, but you don't look in the top most condition.'
'Although my body is not in top physical condition, my mind is the best around.'
'Very well, we shall see. Turn around;' the man did as told, 'describe what i'm wearing.'
'Normal suit, composed of black trousers, a white T-shirt, a black blazer, and a black and white tie, striped. The suit looks not to old but not to new, seems worn and comfortable. The Coalition insignia is placed on both shoulders. I would estimate your age at at least 45, experianced in combat and recruiting.'
'Very good, turn back to face me.' The man did as told. 'What's your name?'
'My name is Yaroslav Aleksandrov Ivanov, but I normally leave out my middle name, so I would put down Yaroslav Ivanov.'
'K, here is an application sheet, get busy.'
Quote:Name: Yaroslav Ivanov
Age: 27
Height: 5 foot 10"
Weight: 130 pounds
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Green
Background Information:
Born in Bretonia, there is not much to say about me. My family were hard workers, my father, a pilot of a Crusader in the Armed Forces, my mother, an aerobics teacher. They brought in money, we lived in the lower middle class state. More specifically, i was born on Cambridge. My father protected several convoys of alien organisms and artifacts coming in from recent heists against the Corsairs. Again, not much to say about myself until I followed under the footsteps of my father, and joined the Armed Forces. This is the reason I want to join your cause...
I was on patrol on the surface of the planet, learning about a possible cardamine smuggling operation of the Outcasts. More than one officer was to suspicious, so they sent me in alone. I rounded a corner to my <strike>le</strike> right, and quickly turned back, almost being spotted by the pale faced Outcast. He was quite far away, but might still be able to see me if i poked to much of myself around the corner. I retreated, hoping to see who he was talking to. I managed to move onto the other side of them, seeing the other mans face. I rounded the building, and was soon positioned at the other side of the warehouse (i forgot to mention, they were talking outside of a warehouse, currently open). Sweat ran down my face as I risked a glance around the corner, and found my Commanding Officer! I managed to hear some of what they were saying, but it was only the end of the arrangement.
'...So were agreed, you will make sure no patrols stop my smuggling to this planet, and you get 10% of the profit that i get selling the Cardi.'
'Agreed, i can always be abit richer.'
And greedier I thought.
'I don't want this shipment getting blown out of the sky, i'll be heading from behind the planet, going for a straight on dock with the mooring fixture. I'll have some shuttle pilots bribed so they won't blab about the shipment there carrying.'
'I'll position the patrols away from the mooring fixture, giving you enough time to dock with it.'
'Excellent, were in agreement then?'
They shook hands and left.
The next day he ordered the patrols to move 5k away from the mooring fixture. I saw the transport moving in and made a split second decision. In my Templar (recent upgrade to the Crusader, thank god they made one), i made a run at the transport, and fired. The Outcasts screams were heard over the comms as the ship exploded, the cargo and my life with it. The CO ordered everyone else to attack me, including my own father. I thought he wouldn't, but then i heard the incoming missile warning and saw his weapons fire behind me. I entered a trade lane quickly, and took off...
And thats it, after that i became a freelancer, i never really wanted to do anything there. I've been working against lawfuls ever since, i know they are all corrupt, all wanting power and fame, well they will get an execution hopefully. I said to the recruiter here "My physical body may not be good, but my mind is the best", that part is true. I have a social disability known as Aspergers, i don't want to go into detail but i'm sure you can look it up.
Thats it, it might not be a suitable reason for you, but it is for me. The corrupt governments need to be stopped, that deal was one of many. This is the real hope for the future of the human race.
Yaroslav finished the application, and the recruiter took the paper in and filed it under "recruits".
'Thank you for your interest, you may go.'
Yaroslav left through the door he came in. The light temporarily blinded him as he stepped into the sunlight, but his eyes soon adjusted and he was once again looking at the busy streets.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - Bjorn - 03-13-2009
"Comrade Yaroslav, comrade Yaroslav!" Yaroslav heard shouts from back in the building. Stoping in his track and turning behind he saw bald and clean shaven coalition officer.
"Yes comrade?" he asked.
"Comrade Yaroslav, I have news for you from the commissariat. About your application." spoke the officer.
"Yes, please, tell me about it" Said Yaroslav, pretty anxious to hear the news.
"Well comrade..." spoke the officer suddenly taking shiny duraluminum crossbow from the back, "You have 5 seconds headstart, and 4 have already passed by while we were talking"
With terrified look on his face, Yaroslav began the running motion but officers finger was faster
"Dosvidanya, comrade" fast flung bolt hit Yaroslav in the middle torso knocking him down on the floor.
"But, but, I only wanted..." started Yaroslav meekly
"Orders are there to be carried out, comrade" with that officer hit Yaroslav in the head with butt end of the weapon, and walked back in, smoothing out his unifrom and reloading the weapon.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - Capt. Henry Morgan - 03-15-2009
Robert Thacker walked into the Commissar's office. Robert had met many intimidating people in his life, but none of them quite managed it so well as the Duty Commissar. Still, Robert allowed no fear to show. It was a skill he had honed after being forced to work in Liberty's Huntsville prison factory. It was a skill that served him well.
The Commissar looked up from his paperwork, and fixed Robert with cold stare. After a few seconds, the Commissar broke his silence.
"So, I assume that you're the piece of garbage who thinks he's good enough to join the Coalition? Where in the hell did you get that idea? Speak up!"
Robert did not hesitate in answering the Commissar's challenge."Sir, I've been a pilot all my life, literally learning to fly from the day I could reach the controls. I can handle fighters, bombers, transports, and even light capitals. As I traveled away from Manhattan, I began to see how the common man in the rest of Liberty lived. I hated what I saw, but I didn't know what to do about it. Instead of doing anything useful, I descended into petty crime. It was during this time that I first left Liberty, when the heat from the law was getting to be a bit much. When I first arrived in Bretonia, I saw that their workers suffered just like their Libertonian counterparts. After that, I returned to Liberty when things began to cool down a bit. I became rather close to the Liberty Rogues for a time, even being allowed to fly one of their Barghest bombers. I never actually joined them, though. I got caught by a LPI patrol before the Rogues extended me a proper invitation.
They tossed me into Huntsville prison with the barest semblance of due process, and immediately forced me to work in their prison factory for as many as sixteen hours a day, pausing only to sleep, eat, and occasionally use the facilities. While I was in there, I met a group of Xenos. They seemed to believe in the same things I did, but unlike me, they were actually fighting back. They practically ran Huntsville right under the guards' noses. When the opportunity came, I managed to escape with a group of my new found comrades, and we went back to Ouray base.
During my time with the Xenos, I began to see that they talked about fighting for the common man, but were really only interested in killing non-Libertonians. My fellow Xenos were not the revolutionaries I had hoped for. They couldn't see that the workers of all the houses had to unite against their oppressors if they were to ever achieve their goals. Their only interest was blood.
I had first heard about the Coalition during a visit to a Zoner freeport. The more I heard about you, the more it seemed that you were the type of organization that I wanted to be a part of. If you're willing to have me, I'm willing to fight for the Coalition until we're victorious, or until I'm dead."
The Commissar did not appear to be impressed in the slightest. He had kept Robert under that cold gaze the entire time he was telling his story. He continued to hold that gaze for a few seconds longer.They tossed me into Huntsville prison with the barest semblance of due process, and immediately forced me to work in their prison factory for as many as sixteen hours a day, pausing only to sleep, eat, and occasionally use the facilities. While I was in there, I met a group of Xenos. They seemed to believe in the same things I did, but unlike me, they were actually fighting back. They practically ran Huntsville right under the guards' noses. When the opportunity came, I managed to escape with a group of my new found comrades, and we went back to Ouray base.
During my time with the Xenos, I began to see that they talked about fighting for the common man, but were really only interested in killing non-Libertonians. My fellow Xenos were not the revolutionaries I had hoped for. They couldn't see that the workers of all the houses had to unite against their oppressors if they were to ever achieve their goals. Their only interest was blood.
I had first heard about the Coalition during a visit to a Zoner freeport. The more I heard about you, the more it seemed that you were the type of organization that I wanted to be a part of. If you're willing to have me, I'm willing to fight for the Coalition until we're victorious, or until I'm dead."
"Were it up to me, I'd have you thrown out the airlock in your underwear right now. You're lucky that it's not up to me. I'll pass your request along to my superiors. I wouldn't get your hopes up.
Now, get out of my office!"
Robert wisely wasted no time in complying with the Commissar's order. All he could do now was wait, and hope for the answer he wanted.
Now, get out of my office!"
Coalition Recruitment Thread - Linkero - 03-15-2009
In the middle of the day, a man walked through the door. This was by far not an ordinary man. He had short blonde hair and eyes so blue it would make the brightest sun look dull. He was wearing a Russian uniform. One that hasn't been seen for hundreds of years. Upon entering, he looked around and light a cigar. After his first drag, he noticed the person sitting behind the counter. As he put his lighter away, he walked over to confront the young lad.
Man: "Bout damn time I come to the right place."
Lad: "Who are you, Sir?"
Man: "I am Vladimir Spiridonov. Let me share my story with you since you seem to be the only one around here."
Lad: "Uhh.....ok..."
Vladimir: "I spent the last two years looking for this place. Ive been in trouble witht he Corsairs, Outcasts, all of Rheinland, and then I was finally chased out around here by the Liberty Navy. Two years......thats how long it took to find a fellow comrade. Two long and exhausting years. Oh but thats not even the best of it. Ever hear of Sol? Of course you have. All those filthy damn lies. 'Oh there was only one survivor.' Bullcrap. How do I know? Because I came from there. Yes thats right, you heard me correctly. That one alliance guy brang false hopes to Sirius. He wanted to make sure the Alliance would believe him so he would get his payoff's and name into the History books. Well, what he didn't know was there were a few more survivors. He wouldn't of known tho, he didn't scout the area or nothing. He just left.
There were about 2 or 3 dozen other survivors. All Coalition except for about 3. What happened to those 3? C'mon use your brain. They were killed. For nearly 800 years, the Coalition survived on that godforsaken planet. Unfortunately, all the supplies ran about dry 3 years ago. In addition to that, a diesiease broke out and killed 2/3's of our population. When I took off to come here, only about 90 were still alive, and only half were almost healthy. I have come to spread the word of what those filthy Alliance did to us. All that guy had to do was send back a rescue party, and I would have been born somewhere nicer. But no, he was too damn greedy for that. He probably knew that if we were to come here, he and his fellow Alliance people would be defeated again.
Well the bad news is we wont need to go back. They are all probably dead by now and if they aren't, they would have contacted me. I always go back to my pre-defined location to check if they took one of the last 4 working ships here. *Sigh* It feels good to be somewhere even remotely like home. Well you know.....around fellow comrades. Not these Alliance folks. You know what really gets me? They came here to get away from the war, and yet everywhere I look there is some war going on. I tell ya this is absolutly....."
As Vladimir was finishing his story, he noticed the young lad had fallen asleep. He then took a drag of his cigar and put it out on the desk. Once done, he banged as hard as he could on the desk, nearly breaking it, and woke the guy up.
"Ok listen here lad, I don't care if ya heard me, but tell your boss to come meet me in the hangar. I am in the Civilian Bomber. Next time if you dont listen to me, you will find out first hand what I can do."
After he finished up, he proceeded back to his ship. Pondering what would happen next, he just hoped he could rejoin his comrades. He reached his ship and hopped in. Leaning his chair back, he light another cigar up and waited......
Coalition Recruitment Thread - ACER_SPACER - 03-15-2009
Входящяя передача…
Прислужник: Grigory Breznev
Старт сообщения:
Камрады приветствиям! Я был отделен от моих людей для настолько длиной. Я тратил долгое время выдерживая с Bundschuh, и устанавливая вторжения против собак Rheinland. Я поразил бесчисленные переходы и патрули воиск, но я был пропавш что-то. Я пропустил моих камрадов. Я начал интересовать куда они пошли. Я провел исследование исследование, poring сверх множества рапорты, когда я нашел помины слова людей распространяя витка, и близкое кораблей идя пропавшее система вызвало Omega-52. Я окончательно нашел они мои люди. Я изыскивал вне ваш офис, и теперь я здесь, спрашивающ, что соединил мои людей снова.
Commencing Translation...
Incoming Transmission...
Sender: Grigory Breznev
Message Start:
Greetings Comrades! I have been separated from my people for so long. I have spent a long time surviving with the Bundschuh, and mounting incursions against the Rheinland dogs. I struck countless transports and Military patrols, but I was missing something. I missed my Comrades. I started wondering where they went. I did research, poring over dozens of reports, when I found mentions of people spreading word of revolution, and ships going missing near a system called Omega-52. I finally found them- my people. I sought out your office, and now I am on my way to join the Revolution!
Coalition Recruitment Thread - bluntpencil2001 - 03-16-2009
Again, Richthofen was annoyed at the illiterates that couldn't read the notice to apply in person.
Well, it seemed that this Robert Thacker was a decent sort, he thought as he rewinded the security footage of the interview earlier.
He would do, he thought.
Recruit Robert Thacker -PROVISIONALLY ACCEPTED. PROCEED TO STAGE THREE-
The others required some more deliberation in the Captain's opinion. He'd have to consult with other ranking officers.