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Red Hessian Army wants you! - notequinoxe - 05-04-2009
***Incoming Transmission***
***Comm ID*** : Otto von Barring
***Message begins***
Guten Tag, Herr Oberst!
My name is Otto von Barring, from New Berlin, and the men in my family have a tradition of serving the Rheinland Military as officers, even from the times of the Imperial Navy. This tradition goes a long way in our aristocrat family.
However, I do not share my father's or grandfather's views of military obedience of rules and orders as keeping your officer's honor regardless of the nation's ruler. I know the men in my family died in vain for the corrupt government, being deceived by them. My ideal is to free the Fatherland from this plague.
I graduated as a naval officer. When my views on politics became clear after I refused to obey a direct order in harming innocent civilians labeled as terrorist, there was an attempt to "silence" me. That's when I fled to Liberty and used my family's accounts there to get whatever ship I could find and travel back under a false identity. I've set up a ship and found a bed on Vogtland, trying to remain under the Rheinland authorities' radar.
I will understand if you do not wish to accept me within your ranks. After all, I come from the enemy's side. But if you will accept me, I will do my best to help achieve our mutual goal. I understand my rank no longer applies and, to be honest, I don't need it anymore. I am not very skilled in a fighter, as I followed the tradition of being a captain of larger ships, but I can hold my own. I am eager to prove myself to you, so the Hessian Tears are my option, should you choose to put your trust in me.
Looking forward to hear your response. I can be contacted on the same frequency.
von Barring out!
***Message ends***
// OOC:
//skype : NOTEQUINOXE
//timezone: GMT + 2 hrs
Red Hessian Army wants you! - aznremix416 - 05-04-2009
Oberst Felix Segur returned from a day of patrol duty with a hurry. Recruitment Offizer Ramstein informed him of a very important matter that awaited him in his Office. He parked his ship in hanger bay 2 in Vogtland and with a scruffle, he rushed into his office to see what the big deal was. When he opened his door he looked inside the dusty, opague room. And on his desk under a light was a recruitment application.
"Oh Mein Gott! This fool brought me all the way over here fur dis?" He yelled, as he slammed the application onto his desk.
"I will fire his lazy hide fur dis" Oberst Segur mumbled as he opened the file. He activated the Hologram indicator inside and a message popped up of the new guy's application.
After watching the log Oberst Segur pulled out his own message holoimage pad. And then he wrote,
Incoming transmission..
Comm ID: Oberst Felix Segur, Wing Commander of the Hessian Tears division
To: Applicant(s) Otto von Barring
Guten Tag herr Barring, Since my lazy recruitment officer decided to take a break, I will have to do this myself.
I will tell you first off meine Freund, we turn no revolutionist away. Ze Fascists are infecting are space, and you are one of the few ex-military officers to realize that. As long as we can trust you, you will be entered in our ranks. It is about time the Gottzkanzler's own pilots came to their senses. Welcome to our family Herr Barring. Report to the HT hanger bay fur your weapons and equipment.
Ending transmission..
with that Oberst Segur closed his log and stormed out of the room, obviously looking for that lazy scumbag Ramstein
Red Hessian Army wants you! - Zoner.Trader - 05-05-2009
was born on Planet Hamburg. 2 years after my born we moved to small station.Then several years after Rheinland Military attacked and destroyed ourt station by "mistake" i lost my familiy. I wanna join Glorius Red Hessians because i wanna revenge to RM and Fascist's!. Then i get it, its better to join that good army and pilots and learn better to PvP.Im honored to joining RHA.
My goal is to become pro pilot,and to revenge to Fascist!
Thank you.
From scale 1-10 im 7 in PvP i like and i best fly with Bomber's.
I wana join RHA
My skype name is Stefan (If Stefan isnt right try Alexandar.Bourbon)
Timezone:GMT + 02:00
Red Hessian Army wants you! - Malenka - 05-07-2009
Receiving transmission...transmission from unknown origin...starting virus scan...
SCANNING...FILE CLEAR...OPENING...
My name is Nikola Malencic.I have lived on Bonn station for many years, one day I was going with my father transporting H-Fuel to New Berlin(we were Republican shippers) until one day a military patrol forced us to give them credits.We declined, so their choice was to destroy us.I escaped with escape pod by my father didnt.Today, I live to fight faschism and the Military.Please, I hope you receive my transmission.
Out,
// I have BHG, Xeno, IMG(trader), LN, I hope the RHA.
// Timezone:GMT 02:00 mostly online in the evening...
// No skype name.
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Hopefully Odin pilot.
Red Hessian Army wants you! - Varyag - 05-08-2009
The commander looks out over his ship from the Bridge. Through the nebula he can barely see past the Varyags bow, but he knew he was close. 15k to Vogtland, Commander the Navigator calls out. The commander sat in his chair and brought up communications from the display floating in front of him. Vogtland base, this is Markus Heissner of the Varyag, sending data now A male voice comes back over the consoles tinny speaker, Welcome back Commander, we are clearing traffic in the hanger for you. You are clear to approach
Outside of the near moon sized asteroid, a set of massive doors come to life. Floodlights pierce the local mist casting long beams from the rock face. The 500 meter ship slows down to a crawl outside of them. As the massive blast doors open to their full width, the turrets of the Varyag move to their stow positions, gunners inside safe their fire controls. Heissner looks up at the communications officer, Have Ackart meet me in my state room as soon as he can, I need to speak with him. The commander turned over the ship to the officer of the watch and walked out. He met his XO coming up the narrow walkway as he left the bridge. That was fast Erich, things going well down there? The XO was still wiping some blood from his hands on an old towel, Heh Bounty hunters, they are just playing hard to get Sir. They will talk soon. Both men walk into the state room and sit down. The CO smiles at Ackart. Today is the day; we are going to see Meisnerr when we land. The XO leans back in his chair, Todays the day huh, the crew will be happy. After a short drink the men get up and leave, The XO sets off to find the ships master gunner Gregor Heaton and the CO heads back to the bridge.
The Varyag moves slowly through the expansive hanger. Its three massive engines pulse the area as it passes. Small groups of mechanics can be seen in the individual hangers refitting various fighters. A pair of Oden and a Thor buzz the Varyags bridge. The powerful engines and power plant of the Thor shake the floor violently. Heissner looks up and smiles. You tell those HT boys good luck out there. The hunters are out in force today. The Varyag slows and takes a hard left. The ship creeps forward and settles into a flexible docking moor. Large hydraulic arms reach out and cradle her as the ship settles to the hanger floor. Several small ramps drop as service vehicles race up and attach umbilical to the ship. A band of bloody prisoners are quickly marched to a waiting vehicle.
The Commander, XO and Master Gunner walk down the ramps with a few crew members. Overhead the light pinging of cooling metal can be heard from the still hot cannon. A slightly suppressed smile briefly appears on the commanders face. The trio walks through the hanger to the RHA HQ in the rock base. The XO is carrying several neatly bound volumes. As the men walk into the HQ several familiar faces are seen in the tasks preparing for patrols. The XO tosses a smile to a pilot in the room. Today is it Bastian. The pilot gave a quick smile and a nod. About damn time" he replies.
As they approach the Colonels door it is opened by an assistant and the three step before Meissner and present each of the three documents to him. Each bears the name of a ship pressed into a leather folder. Stenciled in gold are the names RHC-10 Varyag, RHGB Panther and Messerschmidt's Reaver. On each is the Varyags Ship motto, Semper Paratus. The CO steps back after handing the folders to Meisnerr. Here are the papers I have promised you sir. Inside are the ships service logs, crew status and training readiness reports. My men stand ready to fly under the RHA flag sir. The Commander points to each of his companions. Here on my right is my XO and Captain of the Panther, Eric Ackart. To my left sir is my master gunner and scout Gregor Heaton. They are here to represent the crew of the Varyag and the Panther as well as to witness the christening of our small force to RHA command.
\\My first faction application ever!
Red Hessian Army wants you! - Blodo - 05-08-2009
Meisnerr looked down at the documents lying in front of him, then looked up at the trio of men standing in front of his desk and cracked a faint smile, before standing up himself.
- "Good to have you on board, gentlemen. It's about time..."
He extended his hand to each of the three officers and shook their hands, then led them out of the office into a catwalk overlooking the main hangar. From above they could see the numerous technicians manuever a large metal stencil onto the hull of the cruiser beneath them, right above the existing marking "RHC-10 Varyag". The stencil shaped in the image of the Red Hessian Army crest was ready to be filled with blood red paint. Meanwhile a platoon of Hessian marines stood at attention beside the large ship on the main deck, suited up in their protective spacesuits and holding their ceremonial weapons. An old Rheinland march was played through the hangar intercomm, as the platoon sergeant gave orders to his men.
- "Platoon, salute!"
- "Attention!"
- "Load weapons!"
- "Weapons high!"
- "Prepare to fire... fire!"
A salvo of blanks was unloaded from the vintage weapons. The sergeant ordered his men to stand at attention once again, just as the technicians began spraying the paint.
Meisnerr turned to the three officers once again, walked up to his desk and took three small black boxes, then handed them to each of the men. The men opened the boxes to reveal a metal RHA insignia shaped pin in each of them. The brigadegeneral took a step back and addressed them once again, before simply saying:
- "Welcome to the Red Hessian Army."
Red Hessian Army wants you! - Lost - 05-09-2009
Greetings, my name is Johann.Gutenburg. Age: 53. I was born and raised on the fine planet of Stuttgart. We were never Farmers, but my grandfather was. I went to my grandparent's house all the time. He let me drive his speeder a lot...against the will of my mother. I was about 10 years old when they lost their farm. I was still young and naive enough to believe that Grandpa sold his farm. Ever since I found out that they were forced to leave their farm by order of the Governor to make space for a Synth Foods plant, I got into politics. Soon, I joined the more civil wing of the bunchuch party. (The Leute Party). I won the election for Mayor of my small town of Kreisburg by a slim majority. I served my town well...for a very short time...an assination attempt on My Family and I was made. Being a proud weapons owner, me and my four sons shot the assasins before they could enter City Hall. What I found on the bodies is so disturbing...and...sick...that I dare only mention it on this secure document. The ID'd of the men seemed to resemble the ID of the Rheinland Federal Police. But the words under the Eagle were different...My younger son being a genious, translated the meanings of the text. Every letter was in a different house's language. It read: "Sirius Sector Authority". I have therefore, lost all faith in our current political system. I now realize that the only way is Revolution by the people against the unseen force of oppression. I look forward to help establish a new State of Rheinland. I am willing to fight for my people. As for my family, they are safe on Darmschtadt. I request to join the Red Hessian Army. I have experience in that I used to target practice with my son with asteroids around Darmschtadt. I have also taken some missions with the LWB against their various enemies. When you reply, please re-route this message to Darmschtadt, private channel 18706773. Thank You for your time Sir.
//S.K.Y.P.E protocol is dragonflame93.
//My timezone is GMT-5.
Red Hessian Army wants you! - SimonBlack - 05-09-2009
Matthias Schwaz has just returned to Ronneburg from Omega 3. It was a tough journey with no luxury. Matthias was the man who would lead and plan attacks against Corsairs here, in Omega 5, but his primary duty was to ensure a steady flow of 'fresh meat' to the front on Freital. He would often receive potential Rekrut application sheets directly from Brigadiengeneral in Vogtland. Then the less promising, uneducated and the non-useful would be selected as fit and receive a note from Major Matthias that they have been granted a ship on Freital. They would be happy about the integration, but little do they know that being recruited by Freital was a lot more different than receiving a slot in Dresden. Being recruited by Matthias would often mean bitter death within a few days, as the new Rekruts, still completely green then would be thrown directly to the front by Matthias Schwarz as cannon fodder with little or no training at all. Of course, the skilled or the lucky would survive and possibly even gain the needed experience to live through another day, but life expentancy on Ronneburg was roughly measured in weeks. The flight time of the high ranked would often be limited, because it matters little how good you are at the front. Sooner or later even the ace make a mistake and the price of a mistake on Omega 5 is high. The front has constant need of men as many die to Corsairs and injuries. Supply of pilots of all skills is needed. It was time to look through the new applications.
The first one was named Nikola Malencic. A son of a businessman, born and raised on Bonn. Something felt odd about the kid. Why would someone like him throw themselves to Red Hessians? A lot of the poor join the Red Hessians, sure. Aside from any talks about a revolution most Red Hessians are still opportunistic, have an urge for credits and know little else than benefit of their own. That is the reason why Red Hessians are so much more succesful than Bundschuh or Unioniers who uphold their ideals so closely. The senior Rheinlanders know all this talk abbout a revolution is just glibberish to keep the people coming. Why would someone like Nikola wanted to exchange rich life into ideals that even Matthias saw through a fog of greed and power was beyond him. He did seem to believe the revolution, though. The revolution was there alright, faint but existant. Matthias held no doubts about how passionate the kid really was. That was the very reason why he considered his application in the first place. Truth is - he did not want to ruin the good to see the world for what it really was. The whole deal with dead parents also seemed a little fishy. Have the credits run out? Matthias thought of Nikola as of any new rookie. In his opinion, Nikola Malencic just wouldn't last long - he could see that from the application. Regardless the good intentions Nikola did not look capable. Not capable enough for the front, anyway. Matthias called his mediator up. The young lady was told to contact Nikola to ask him to provide more details about himself, but most importantly - to make sure he really wanted it. When more details are provided the decision will be made. For now this matter was postponed.
Matthias browsed through the papers again. Next name. Stefan Jokovic. His application was put disorderly, submitted in pieces several times over and yet - very short and with many mistakes. The guy did not make much impression. If Stefan looks the same in battle as his application looked on paper, he would endanger not only himself, but his comrades on the front. Matthias just was not sure what to make of it. He believed the guy can make some progress, but he wasn't willing to risk it. Perhaps Stefan will find a way to serve another way. If he is commited and decent enough he will find ways to meet Red Hessians, cut a few deals, make them trust him and eventually find a way to join them on his own, the same way Matthias did. A note to him. The note read: "Deklined"
Next one was Johann Gutenburg. Aged 53, four kids. A small-time politician who was eliminated from his office not too long ago by...who knows what? Power corrupts maybe. Synth Foods could have been interested in his fall due to his grandfather's past. Maybe the government itself wanted to get rid off him to get their own man in charge, but Matthias had doubts in that. Mafia, perhaps? Hell, the man had many enemies... It could have been anyone.
It did not matter. What mattered was that this man was capable. You could see it. Matthias had the thing for the guy. I suppose he saw the man as alternative version of who he could be himself if things hadn't turned out the way they had. Matthias liked him. He would make sure Johann would be taken far away from the frontline. He was a politician, had many kids - he had better uses than to die in a pointless fight, where his talent would be wasted. Matthias sent this application and recommendations back to Vogtland then. It was a good sign. The recruitment officer there would approve of the application. Johann will soon be flying among the regular troops. He deserves that, at least.
-Incoming transmission-
Com ID: Red Hessians Major Matthias Schwarz
Location: Freital Base, Omega 11 system
Callsign: Red Hessians Grey 1. "Sitting Bufallo".
Transmitted to: <Manually> Private channel 18706773
-Open transmission-
Guten tag, herr Gutenburg. I am der Major Schwarz. We have received your applikation. I am gladd you understand that the Bundschuh is not the only way of reaching political aims. A hammer and a fist works just as well. Der Red Hessians will be awaiting you on Vogtland. I have attached the coordinates on this transmissionen. Take the nextt shuttle from Darmstadt to Vogtland, someone will be waiting for you there. Auf wiedersehen.
-End of transmission-
Red Hessian Army wants you! - Lucas_Fernandez - 05-14-2009
***Incoming Transmission***
***Message begins***
Guten Tag!
My name is Adolph.Hessler, i was working as a freelancer pirate with my father Rudolph.Hessler in Rheinland space.
We always had a good relation with the Hessains, we gave and got tips about tradelines and fought shoulder to shoulder against the fascist patrols. Not a long time ago my father and some of his foes hijacked a Republican diamond tradeship than a few months later he sent me this message from a luxury liner:
"My son,
I am too old and tired to fight, therefor i will spend the rest of my life enjoying cardamine and women on *** Luxury liner. But! You are still young. I didn't invite you because i knew you would never leave the "Faterland" and you seek for fame.
I advice you to contact your old friends, the Hessians, and apply into their clan. You are well known among the Hessians, you wont be refused.
Good luck,
your father"
I am willing to join the RHA. My Falcata is ready for duty. I am waiting for the response in Freital base's bar.
//all oorp informacion avaliable in my profile
Red Hessian Army wants you! - Blodo - 05-16-2009
Message to: Adolph Hessler
Comm ID: Kaspar Meisnerr
Remember, pilot, that we do what we do for the revolution and for the Rheinland people. Personal gain is not a priority here. The fight for the Vaterland precedes all priorities, be sure to remember that when you do what you do.
Report to Vogtland as soon as possible to recieve your commission papers and the new IFF on your ship. Then you can consider yourself part of the Army.
Regards,
Meisnerr