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Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre - Zapp - 07-01-2009
Bretonia Armed Forces Public Files
Opening file...
Personnel: Lieutenant "Lee Scott"
Status: Honorable Discharge
Date of birth: 09/30/785
Date of death: N/A
Place of Birth: Battleship York
Assignment: Battleship Norfolk; extensive anti-Corsair operations
Summary: Born to two BAF officers, Andrew and Janice Scott, Lee Scott proved to be an uncouth and disrespectful child and soldier. He joined the BAF as his parents had, graduating from Military Academy with high marks despite unproven allegations of cheating. Advancing to the rank of Lieutenant solely on his ability to "get the job done", Lee quickly found himself in hot water time and again by his blatant lack of respect for not only his superiors, but the chain of command as a whole. He opted for an honorable discharge instead of a protracted court martial for insubordination only two years before war with Kusari broke out.
Closing file...Date of death: N/A
Place of Birth: Battleship York
Assignment: Battleship Norfolk; extensive anti-Corsair operations
Summary: Born to two BAF officers, Andrew and Janice Scott, Lee Scott proved to be an uncouth and disrespectful child and soldier. He joined the BAF as his parents had, graduating from Military Academy with high marks despite unproven allegations of cheating. Advancing to the rank of Lieutenant solely on his ability to "get the job done", Lee quickly found himself in hot water time and again by his blatant lack of respect for not only his superiors, but the chain of command as a whole. He opted for an honorable discharge instead of a protracted court martial for insubordination only two years before war with Kusari broke out.
A scruffy face with a five o'clock shadow comes into view of the camera.
"I've sent you my file with the BAF. Don't care much for 'authority', but I'm a damn good pilot and know how to get results. You'd do well to consider me for your outfit. Scott out."
The camera is filled with static, then goes black.
Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre - pipboy - 07-01-2009
Well howdy there pardners,
The names Hickok. Bill Hickok. My parents named me after an ol' cowboy from back on Earth. Thought it was mighty funny, cute even. Whatever.
Look I been with the BHG for a while and frankly... Well I'm just downright sick an tired of 'em. I'm in this business here for the money, and the Guild is just far too concerned with other things these days. Killin' Order types and what not.
I worked in the Houston prison system for some time, made some rather unsavory contacts. Course don't have to tell you how big a help that can be in this line o' work. Heard tell of some group of mercs raisin a ruckus out Bretonia way, and thought I'd toss my name in the hat so to speak. I'm handy enough with a gun and like a bat outa' hell in a fist fight. Oh and I can fly too...
Well that 'bout does it I guess. Hope to hear from ya soon.
Bill.
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1- For how long have you been playing on Discovery? May '07.
2- What made you come play on Discovery? I was held up at gunpoint and didn't have a choice. Now I'm just kind of stuck here.
3- What other characters do you have on the Discovery server? Hitomi Ryuu (Kumicho, Black Dragon Society), Tokugawa Ieyasu (Shogun, The Rising Sons), Alejandro de la Vega (Centurion, TBH), Wilhelm von Engel (Major, RM)
4- What OOC reason do you have for joining the MM? Was held up at gunpoint and didn't have a choice. Now I'm just hoping I get accepted so I don't get shot.
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Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre - Dieter Schprokets - 07-01-2009
Mr Lee Scott, Mr Bill Hickok
Experienced pilots are always welcome. You'll find you'll be well paid.
If you learned anything in your previous professions, it will certainly pay off. If you didn't, then our targets will call that bluff, and you will find yourself in space, waiting for a pickup, if you are lucky. If you are not, well, we have insurance.
Speaking of, please stop by Human Resources. You will have to pick out a benefits package. I suggest "High Comfort". It's got dental.
Welcome aboard, gentlemen.
Mandalore William Bishop
Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre - pipboy - 07-01-2009
Dental, sure could use some o' that. I'm half asleep at the moment in the cargo bay of my ship, but I'll be headin' out that way sooner or later. More sooner than later, money's tight n' all.
Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre - grimwallace - 07-01-2009
Hello friends. The names Huginn. I come from the Freeport out in Bering. Parents never were too wealthy, so they threw me out to fend for me self when I was not even 16. Took up small-craft piloting for a number of years. Being skilled at the task, I was promoted to escorting ships for numerous small-time businesses. Man, the fun I had. Had to take down many a pirate wishing to steal our wares. I have enough money saved now to support myself easier and have a privatly owned ship, but now I need to work for food. And as I have a nack for fighter piloting, I thought of taking up taking bounties. If one man can make a living off this, I want to be that man. And word round the Freeports is that the Mandalorian Mercenaries are some of the best. I'd like a crack at it with the best.
So here's me formal request in being accepted into the MM. I know I'll prove me worth to yous guys.
Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre - litlwicked - 07-01-2009
Hello, I'm Gavin Owen Danes, an IMG ex-patriot. My story is just like any other lost soul looking to find their place in Sirius. I've made a few friends along the way, and definitely just as many enemies. My goal is simple, find work and keep my ship flying.
I once worked as an escort for the IMG, keeping trader ships safe. Eventually the company began to expand their business by taking contracts. About a year ago, due to a job going...very badly, I lost most of my colleagues. We were clearly ambushed. I would have probably met the same fate as them if it wasn't for a Mandalorian who came to my rescue. The battle was glorious and I have never before nor since flown with anyone so well. That's when I realized I had found my calling. I had to try to make myself worthy of being a Mandolarian and I have done everything in my power toward that goal since. I would be honored if you would have me, to again fight side by side.
Name: Gavin Owen Danes
Date of Birth: 01/22/795
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1- For how long have you been playing on Discovery? Nov. 08
2- What made you come play on Discovery? Word of mouth from a friend.
3- What other characters do you have on the Discovery server? BAF, Freelancers, Trader, Miner, and Vigilante.
4- What OOC reason do you have for joining the MM? Someone told me all the cool kids were doing it.
Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre - roxas - 07-01-2009
Name: Simon Mann
Date of Birth: 5/14/791
Place of Birth: Manhattan
Brief History: I was born to 2 middle class Libertonians by the names of Benjamin and Kimberly Mann. They worked hard as I was growing up to provide the best they could for me and I was grateful for their efforts. I told them it has always been my dream to attend West Point Academy and become an officer. While this was true at the time...I began having second thoughts as I was nearing the end of the curriculum there. As my fellow classmates were getting excited for the upcoming graduation, I found myself unable to share in their smiles. As they dreamed of moving up the ranks and maybe becoming admirals one day...I began to desire a simpler life. One where my skills could be put to good use but without the hassle of cutting through all the red tape to get permission to stop drug runners, pirates, and other undesirables. Without knowing what this life would be but knowing I had to get off the course of the one I was on, I formally announced that I would be leaving the academy without graduating. At first people didn't take me seriously. But when I began to not show up for classes and was seen buying supplies they gradually realized I was truly leaving. Other than a standard resupply shuttle to Manhattan, I had no other way to leave, and I knew I could never go back to the planet of my birth and look my parents in the eye. I knew they wouldn't understand what would seem like such an impulsive and reckless decision. To make matters worse, I had spent the majority of my meager savings on much needed supplies for my upcoming departure. My only option was to speak with the ship dealer on station. When he asked what I was looking for I responded saying I was looking for something cheap. He asked how cheap. I said free. His merchant smile faded and was replaced with a small smirk. His last comment to me was that he had something I could take. It wasn't in the best of condition but it fit my budget constraints nicely. He then pointed to a small hanger door and walked away.
While I was navigating through the far reaches of Coronado in my beaten up and barely functioning arrow the ship dealer had been kind enough to point me to, I ran into a heavily scarred freelancer merchant vessel, a train. While I didn't see any of its atmosphere leaking out, the deep plasma gouges in its hull and its missing cargo pods told me enough. Due to the nature of the cloud we found ourselves in, the range of our communicators was severely limited. Once we entered each other's comm range, a man who identified himself as the captain asked for my name. I told him it was Simon. Figuring it was my turn, I asked the captain what his vessel was doing so far from the rest of society. He shakily responded that his ship was attempting to bring consumer goods to planet New London. I saw he wasn't going to elaborate on that any further so I submitted another query. I asked him what could have possibly done that much damage to his ship and not finish the job. Expecting to hear that the DSE boys were right and that jump hole travel should be avoided at all costs...I was surprised to hear him say he had come under attack from a small band of brigands. I guess through the silence he understood my doubt...how could such a vessel survive an attack like that? Without sounding the least offended, to which I give the man eternal credit, he said that a trident of three ships appeared out of the mist. The ships appeared on the flanks of the brigands, passed through them and then disappeared back into the mist like ghosts in the night. Before the woman manning the scanner aboard aboard the train could begin to vocalize what had happened, three small explosions shattered the dark and flashed out of existence as soon as they had come. The brigands were gone. The old man didn't know what had saved his cargo and his crew but he had an idea. He said he's been hearing rumors, whispers, of an elite group of pilots who have devoted their lives to making a profit in one of the oldest and most utilized professions in history...that of a mercenary. The man's voice lowered off until it was little more than an audible whisper...then he said they call themselves Mandalorians.
At this point, I could still hear him talking in that same hushed tone. But my mind was elsewhere. I began to envision flying a ship of death, a ship that would tear those foolish enough to have a price on their heads asunder and of the adventure and excitement I would have while I filled my coffers. I thanked the man, wished him and his crew a safe voyage, and made full speed to Barrier Gate Station. I didn't know how I would find one of these....Mandalorians...but I knew that after a hard day's work nearly every man needs a stout drink. Upon my arrival into the bar I made my way over to the bartender. Maybe he saw the look in my eyes, the resolve and determination to succeed where others had failed. Maybe he just had a twitch. Whatever the reason, he tilted his head towards a man in the shadows, sitting alone at one of the tables. I stood silent, not more than two feet in front of this man, waiting for him to acknowledge me. Minutes passed. The man finally spoke. His voice was quiet but underneath, barely hiding below the surface, was a firmness, a coldness, that said this man was no one to be trifled with. He said, " I don't care who you are boy. But I can see you have the look about you. The look of a killer. But that alone isn't enough." I realized he was actually asking a question. Without truly knowing what he wanted to hear and not wanting a shred of uncertainty to be heard in my voice, I told him:"I'm a quick study and was one of the best pilots at the academy. My instructors had a hard time keeping up with me and I never left a wingman behind in the simulators. I have never known what to do with my life but hearing about the Mandalorians...nothing has ever resounded so strongly in me and made me feel like I was destined for it. I imagine a group such as the Mandalorians would have their own laws, values, and traditions. I will learn them as completely as I can and live by them. Once you see what I have to offer, you won't be disappointed." He didn't say anything for what seemed like a long moment. Then, in an even quieter tone, he said, "You best be careful speaking that name. Those unworthy find their tongues missing for flouting it around so nonchalantly." And then, I swear, he almost chuckled. His voice softened somewhat and then he said, "You're eager. Good. But it will take more than that to become a Mandalorian. Take this comm. You are not to use it anytime for any reason regarding your personal use. From the looks of you, you don’t have a job. Get one and keep a low profile. Oh, and be sure to keep that by your ear. You won't know when a call will come...or even if. But if one should...make the right choice. If it's decided that you're not completely worthless, well...we'll just have to wait and see. Now get out of here, I don't like anyone watching me while I drink."
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1- For how long have you been playing on Discovery? April, 2009.
2- What made you come play on Discovery? The never ending insistence by good friends that I would be a fool if I didn't buy the game and play on the Discovery server.
3- What other characters do you have on the Discovery server? Freelancer fighter, BAF, IMG trading vessels, vigilantes, outcast gunboat, and a corsair cruiser.
4- What OOC reason do you have for joining the MM? A little birdie told me the MM were being revitalized.
Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre - Benjamin - 07-01-2009
"Right. I'm here because I got a card from a guy, uh, it's got your outfit's name on it...I guess you want a little more than that?
Uh, right. Can I fly? I mean, you're not going to write a poem about it but I'm not going to embarrass anybody. I can paint a target up pretty good if they give me half a chance. I mean it's not like I can take on an army by myself but who can, right?
Yeah, so how'd I get the card, right? It's not so much of a card as it is a piece of paper with your stuff written on it. Guy on Sheffield handed it to me after seeing me in space apparently. Man was pretty vague about it and left right after, but I chased it up, because in all honesty I didn't have a lot going on. Got out in space when I was 19. Scraped for a hand me down Piranha and figured I'd do a little freelancing. Pays better than working in a shop, right? Plus I'm my own boss. But it's damn hard going. Throwing my life on the line for some mope who's bounty barely covers my repairs. Been doing it for years now and well, I'm behind on my rent, my diet is terrible and I can't afford to date. Something had to change or my life was going to play out quickly, blandly and unpleasantly. So when I get passed the card with your details on, I go for it. I know about you guys - I mean who doesn't right? I figure working on retainer, for a firm - that's really going to help my situation. I can like, grow in this environment, you know what I mean? My skills, my gear, my bank balance, my reputation. So that's me. Now you, right? Why should you take me? I mean yeah it's not like I'm some hotshot ace, but like I said, I'm not bad. And I've been working hard in the same line of work for almost no reward, so you know I'm gonna be motivated. Also I'm not particularly fond of dying, which is sure as hell a motivator in this racket.
Just uh, give me the chance and I'll make me a sound investment for you guys, you've got my guarantee on that.
Name's Joe Mizerk, by the way. Bret by birth, resident too right now. 24 years old but I've been around a bit don't worry. Right."
Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre - MasterJake - 07-01-2009
Hello, I'm Tyler Zahara. I've worked with the IMG as an escort for 8 years. As much as I loved it, I had a feel for fighting and keeping justice across Sirius. Of course i fought pirates here and there.
I started flight school when i was 11. My teachers were very impressed of what I can do in a fighter. My parents were somewhat wealthy, they bought me my first ship when i was 15. I went to take it out in space for a feel of the ship. Suddenly, without knowing as i was excited to be in my ship, I went too far from my home planet and a corsair group was nearby. I tried calling for help from the police and millitary, but none were in range. The corsairs came closer to me as i was trying to fly back. They stopped me before i was in comm range of a station. Yelling into the comms for help, but no one answered. Out in the distance i see another group of ships. Scarred for my life, i thought there were more corsairs. I hear a man in my comms, "We are the Manadalorian Mercenaries, hang tight while we take out the corsairs." I watched them destroy the corsairs in minutes. Before they left i said, "Hey, thanks alot. I'm Tyler Zahara, I was wondering, what are the Mandalorian Mercenaries?" He said, "Kid, we just didn't wanted to see someone die, goodbye." So i joined the IMG as an escort hoping to run into the Mandalorians again. I had lots of fun, made friends, and enemys. I asked my boss about the MM. We talked for a while, talking about my skill in a ship and the requirements. Now I'm here hoping to get accepted to the Mandalorian Mercenaries.
Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre - Patrician - 07-01-2009
To: MM Recruitment Centre
From: Samuel Hennesey
RE: Application to join
Encryption: NONE
Message begins:
Samuel Hennesey was born the son of a DSE Executive. Growing up wealthy in Liberty gave Samuel few challenges and he grew into a dilettante. Rock climbing in California, long lavish cruises, slumming in Freeports, hunting on Gaia; none of these appealed to him for very long. He grew bored.
Then he had an idea. He would be an explorer. Samuel was not stupid, he knew spaces was dangerous so he contacted an old friend of his fathers, a retired Liberty Navy Captain to teach him to fly. Being a friend of the family as well as a professional the grizzled vet took the job seriously and taught Samuel to be a combat pilot. He also taught him the meaning of Loyalty and Honor.
Finally Samuel was ready. He bought a new Eagle and had it outfitted with the best equipment money could buy. Samuel decided to start small and set course for Bretonia. He would get some experience there before heading to the Edge Worlds.
Samuel loved exploring. Flying somewhere unknown to him and seeing it for the first time was grand; nothing like a cruise. But in Cambridge something went wrong.
He was exploring the great ice fields near the research facility, just cruising really. He had heard rumors in bars that there was a jump hole somewhere out here. However, he had NOT heard of the sensor damping effects of the ice. He was looking out the cockpit windows when he heard the chime from his sensors indicating a new contact. 5K away and closing, fast. He was disturbed that someone had gotten so close to him; yet didnt panic. It was probably just a Navy patrol; he had seen a few out here. That assumption was shattered by the incoming missile alert. Before he knew what had happened his ship rocked with the impact and diagnostics alerted him his cruise engines were offline.
"Hola, little lost one. For a paltry one million credits I will give you directions back to your safe little trade lane." A pirate, a Corsair by the sound of him. As the contact roared in he saw he was correct. A Centurion class heavy fighter. He decided to brazen it out. "Im sorry sir, I dont have that kind of money. I just got detached from my convoy. They should be looking for me now. Im sure they could reward you if you got me back to them." WHAM! His shields wilted but still held. Barely. All humor was gone from the Corsair's voice now. "You will pay me one million credits for your life or I will burn you down." Samuel was scared but didnt panic. That had been drilled into him by his instructor over and over. "You panic and you are no better than prey." The memory echoed in his head. Slowly Samuel grew angry. Why should this lout be extorting him? He hadnt done anything wrong, he was just exploring. He couldnt run, that much was obvious; he also couldnt pay. If he paid now, he would always pay. He had gotten combat training for just such an occasion. It was time to fight.
"Hold on a second, transferring funds." Put a tremor in his voice; it wasnt hard. Then he slammed full speed and hit the thrusters, turning INTO the pirate. From the Corsairs' hesitation, he hadnt been expecting THAT. Samuel opened up with everything he had and blew past. Hit and run, hit and run. His teacher had been adamant. If you stay still, you die. The Corsair shook off the attack and came at him. They danced. He wasnt very experienced either, he made a few basic mistakes that Samuel exploited as best he could. Slowly he wore the pirate down, doing everything he could think of; strafing, engine kill to spin faster, using the ice for cover. He even rammed him once. Eventually the pirate had enough. Cursing him and vowing revenge he moved deeper into the ice. Samuel let him go, he didnt have cruise disruptors like his enemy. After making sure the Corsair was well and truly gone he sat back and took a deep breath. His blood roared in his veins, every breath was precious. For the first time in his life, Samuel Hennesey was ALIVE. He made a decision. If he kept exploring it would be like this all the time. Constantly fighting off scum. And he might not be so lucky next time. So instead of being prey he would become a Hunter. Not a Bounty Hunter Guildsman. From what he had seen they were barely better than the ones they sought. But his father had told him about a group of mercs who worked for Liberty. Strangers from somewhere unknown. TRUE hunters who believed in honor; who lived by a code. Mandalorians. He would use his fathers contacts, see if he could find them. See if they would be willing to train him to be like them. Hunters.