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The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz - DeJovis - 07-20-2008
.:: Incoming Transmission ::.
.:: CommID: Alejandrino Alvarez ::.
.:: Target: Commander Mia Bonello, 101st Ghosts of Razgriz, Commander's Office, Corsica ::.
How i got to Malta..
is really a long story, but since i have the time, i will share it with you.
Me, Alejandrino Alvarez, most people call me Alejo, son of Alvaro and Chiquinquir? Sanchez, was born on planet Malta. Faith didn't wan't me to spend my childhood years there.
My mother, who was a born traveller and an adventurer, wanted to live somewhere else, but my father didn't quite agree with her. How would they survive without Cardamine? That is the question?
They smuggled their way in a cargo hold with a 2-month old baby with them, me, to Rochester base in New York system, a couple thousand miles away from planet Manhattan. There they recieved fake Bounty Hunter ID's, so they could leave the base and land on planet Manhattan. A new home for the Sanchez family. Little did my mom know, how much trouble it will be living so far away from Malta. The family had to have some Cardamine nearby at all times. That was a mission impossible to smuggle into planet Manhattan with all those police in freelancer cruising in the orbit, scanning everybody if it was the last thing they did. Somehow they managed to smuggle some in, just to keep them sane.
I was beginning to reach my teenage years. I was using Cardi since i was born, so i too, always felt the need for orange, more than my father and mother did. I was growing up, they understood my needs.
I eached the age of 28, i had my pilots license for some while now, i knew the space around Manhattan like the back of my pocket.
I cruised my way to Rochester base one day. I felt the need for Cardi and they had Cardi to offer.
I bought some units, had a few drinks in the bar, thinking how will i smuggle my way into planet Manhattan. I had finally come to the conclusion i will try a new manuever i had never tried. Fly so close to atmosphere, so that way they couldn't scan me.
I was ready to leave the bar, when i saw a group of people, hispanics, who where exchanging some money and but there was not one unit of Cardi, that should be exchanged. I walked closer, tryng to hear what was going on.
They were saying something, as going back to Malta, as they cannot live so far away from home no more. I left.
Orbiting Manhattan, succesfully evading the police and all others, landed near the Liberty sleeper ship, took an Air-Train to my part of the village, got home, used some Cardi and then it all started.
I couldn't sleep that night. I was thiking of those people who were trying to reach Malta, their home.
Home, i asked myself again. What is home? Is Manhattan home to me? Is it home of my parents? It's not, they were born on Malta. But so was I. So, even though i have lived in New York for the most part of my life, i felt a bond beetwen Malta and me. This bond was tightened when i left Rochester base that day.
I looked for that smuggler, trying to get some information about him, but nobody wanted to cooperate with me. I was on the verge of breaking. I was undocking, when i saw a pirate train getting closer to Rochester. I scanned him. You should see my eyes when i saw a cargo full of Cardamine. I opened a secure comm, when i heard a known voice. It was that guy, the smuggler.
I had to beg him for a meeting, i even gave him 5,000 credits, which was alot for me those days.
We finally agreed on a date. I had to wait for one more week. He was going towards Houston, for some live cargo, slaves, headed to Malta, to work on the orange fields.
What did my father and mother had to say, me, leaving Manhattan. They said nothing. They knew I was more dependant on Cardamine, then they were, so they let me leave Manhattan without the feeling of guilt. They gave me their blessing and told me, to come visit them if I could have that option. I told them I will, knowing that wont be possible.
When that week finally passed by, i threw away my Bounty Hunter ID, sold my Starflier and bribed a Freelancer to take me to Rochester base, dump me in space in an escape pod. Someone will eventully come by.
The smuggler came. He beamed me up his hold. He asked me if i was alright, and if i have enough air, food and water for the long trip. I confirmed, since i stockpiled everything in this 2x2x2m square.
The journey was long, exhausting, slaves singing all the time, as they will be most valued on Malta as the orange plantation workers. They weren't crying, they were smiling and laughing for a brighter tommorow.
We entered Kusari space. Kusari police is known to be one of the finest pilots with those light fighters. There was no Naval or Police officer on duty that day. What luck.
We entered Tau-23, from there, to Tau-37. We stopped by at Freeport 10 for some food rations, fuel, water and oxygen. I was beginning to feel anxiety. We approached the Omicron Alpha Jump Hole. I saw some Outcast pilots through my window, i waved at them, they waved back, as they were saying, Welcome to Alpha, amigo.
We entered Alpha. The smuggler asked for permission to dock. He was granted. We had finally reached our destination. It was a sight to see, Ill tell you that. Coming from a place where you had to hide Cardamine to a place where it grew on land and you could pick it up, use it, without being worried of getting thrown into jail.
The slaves went their way, i finally left my escape pod and started to get familiar with Malta. I found out where you can get Cardi, almost everywhere. That is prety good actually.
I managed to do some missions with some of my new Outcast friends. We knokced down, vapourised and slayed some GMG, Bounty Hunter and mostly Corsair hull. You can't compare when a Corsair goes down or explodes into oblivion while you hear his last screams. It's exhilirating.
I gathered enough money to buy me a brand new Sabre, the best fighter in all of Sirius, in my eyes. I started doing some patroling in Alpha and Beta. I have encountered numerous enemy vessels, all of them have been engaged, most of them destroyed. Im not saying Im the best pilot around, I had my share of destructions.
Now Im mostly guarding the space around Malta, scanning possible spies and traders.
I have cooperated with the 101st officer, Izar Diago. He is the one who invited me into your organization. He told me, if I was to accept the offer I must write an application. And so I did.
I hope you will find my application most usefull and I will be accepted among your ranks.
Best wishes, Alejo.
.:: Transmission End ::.
Quote (OOC)
1) Why the 101st Outcast Guard?
When I got invited, it didnt take me long to make up my mind. I like 101st because of its RP story, as the first line of defenders of Malta and the fact all of its member are good in RP. I want to extend my RP capabilities, to the fullest or as much as I am capable of.
2) What are two things that you enjoy doing in real-life besides playing freelancer?
The two thing I enjoy most besides playing freelancer are playing footbal(soccer)/skiing(in the winter) and having an afternoon nap.(that sounds stupid, but I do it)
3) What would the last sentence of your autobiography be?
and I think I wont change a bit.
4) If you could be a fictional character (from a film, book, comic, etc...), who would it be, and why?
I would definitly be Superman. That is a clich?, I know, but look. You get to fly around all day, have supernatural powers, X-Ray vision, plus, you get to mess with Lois Lane.
The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz - Eppy - 07-23-2008
***Incoming Transmission***
***Comm ID: Commander Mia Bonello, Corsica***
***Target ID: Alejandro Alvarez***
***Re: Accepted***
***Comm ID: Commander Mia Bonello, Corsica***
***Target ID: Alejandro Alvarez***
***Re: Accepted***
We'll clear a bunk out for you up at Corsica. See you there!
***End Transmission***
The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz - John Keel - 07-24-2008
**Incoming Transmission**
**CommID: Angel Baraja**
**TargetID: Commander Mia Bonello, 101st Ghosts of Razgriz**
**Subject: Application**
My name is Angel Baraja, and I'm Maltese at heart. Well, you see 4 years ago I was still a 15 year old teenager living in the run down Manhatten the tourists don't see. How did I get to Malta? Well, as I guess you'll want to hear it, here's my story.
19 years ago I was born. 8 months before that I was concieved. I don't know who my father was. My mother, Eva Baraja, has never said. My mothers family had been living in Manhatten for generations, since my great great grandfather, Ramon Baraja, packed up and left Malta to come here. I don't know much about why Ramon left Malta. My mother doesn't speak about him much or any of her family. Ramon died before long on Manhatten, but not before fathering two children with a Libertonian. From there, my family has been watered down generation to generation from it's Hispanic descent.
My mother used to call me 'her little angel'. I was nothing of the sort. Growing up in Manhatten I got in a lot of trouble. An education wasn't too important to me, I've always thought I can get by with just my common sense. Who needs more? Instead of learning I'd be running the streets with my friends. There was a group of us always getting into fights and wars with groups of kids from other areas of the run down Manhatten. Kids ages 8 upwards would join in, and our little gang was one of the toughest. We were just children, but maybe we wanted to be something more. Or maybe we just wanted to smash each other's faces in. Either way, before I'd even reached my mid teens I'd been in more tight spots and had more near death experiences than most LPI pilots get in a life of service. I still carry scars, but they're just part of me now.
It wasn't just physical scars that I carried. My mother's health was worsening. She was frail and fragile and it took all of my 14 year old selfs effort to keep her fed and with a roof over her head. No kid should have to look after their own mother at that age, it's not right. I had to make money anyway I could, and that often meant resorting to stealing. For months I pickpockted, swiped and even broke in and robbed places just to keep myself and my mother from starvation. It was a dark time, and it was then, at my lowest point that I turned to the Orange Dream. Friends of mine had started on the new thing amongst teenagers, this cardamine craze. I think it must have been my heritage that lured me toward to stuff. I was hooked immediatly, couldn't get enough of it. It seemed to open a doorway in my life that I couldn't stop myself from going through. It was ecstacy, uncomparable to any other feeling possibly imaginable. Heavenly...
My world was brought crashing around me a week after my 15th birthday. Coming home early morning, heavily drugged and on a high, I found her upstairs. At first I thought she was asleep, and I tried to wake her, as I'd brought home food (that I'd stolen from the transport), and we hadn't eaten in days. The image of her face when I turned her over will haunt me for the rest of my life. Her eyes, dull, staring into space behind me, mouth slightly open, almost in surprise. I don't know why I didn't cry, I haven't done so since that day. I don't know what's wrong with me, but at that point I just couldn't get it out. Closing her eyes, I got up and slowly packed my bags. There was nothing left for me here. I had felt the pull of my ancestorial homeland for some time, ever since I came into contact with cardamine, but my mother had been the force tethering me to my Manhatten home. Now I was cut loose, and with nothing to lose I packed up, sold everything of value in the house and bought myself the cheapest ship I could afford, leaving Manhatten, New York and Liberty behind, en route to a new life in the cardamine fields of Malta.
It's hard to compare the feeling I had first stepping out onto the Malta landing pad. Awe, fascination, admiration, curiosity are all words you could use to describe it, but none of them do it justice. Living in the dark dreary parts of Manhatten, the contrast here on Malta was startling. After finding cheap lodgings I set myself up in my new adopted homeland.
For four years I have lived here, working mainly as a maintenance man on the landing pads, servicing the Outcast sabres and falcattas as they came back, regaleing of battles won and heroic acts. I'd never had any experiences with ships prior to arriving on Malta, but I learnt quickly, and now I know the ins and outs of them all. I may not be an experienced pilot, even piloting that starflier to Malta was hard, but I've learnt since. I've been practicing for years in that starflier, I know I could come good.
Since coming to Malta I've been further intoxicated with the Orange Dream, and now I think it's time I did something more than repair ships to defend it. It's time I got out there and started acting, spreading the Dream to the far reaches of Sirius. This is why I want to join the 101st. You are the spearpoint of the Dream and I want to be a part of it. My ancestorial homeland needs me, and I won't stand by and watch.
Yours,
Angel Baraja
**End of Transmission**
//OOC
1) Why the 101st Outcast Guard?
I've always had an affinity with the Outcast, they're usually the faction I play as and enjoy playing as the most. Why specifically the 101st? I thought it looked like a well organised, mature and fairly active group, and that sounds perfect.
2) What are two things that you enjoy doing in real-life besides playing freelancer?
I play a lot of sports, namely tennis and football (that's soccer, not American football), but the main thing I enjoy is hanging around with my friends whenever I can.
3) What would the last sentence of your autobiography be?
To be continued...
4) If you could be a fictional character (from a film, book, comic, etc...), who would it be, and why?
Havelock Vetinari, from the Discworld series by Terry Pratchett. How can you not want to be someone that suave, intellectual and all knowing?
The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz - lifegiver - 07-30-2008
*deleated*
The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz - Xtreme - 08-01-2008
Initiating Outcast Secure Protocol... done
Sending Transmission... successful
Displaying Decoded Transmission...
TO: Mia Bonello, Commander of the 101st Guard Squadron, Corsica, Omicron-85
FROM: Miguel Sancho, Planet Malta, Omicron Alpha
SUBJECT: Application
*Begin of Transmission*
Commander Mia Bonello,
My name is Miguel Sancho, I am 23 years old and an independent pilot of a Sabre, Z-Series. And I would like to join the legendary 101st Guard Squadron to dedicate my life to the protection of the Outcast territory and the maintenance of our freedom!
I don’t want to bore you with my whole life story, respectable commander, therefore I’m going to tell you about the most formative events in my life.
I was born 23 years ago on Planet Malta by my mother Carmina Sancho, who worked on the orange fields at that time.
My father Ramon Sancho was captain of a medium-sized freighter, transporting and smuggling a big variety of commodities, but of course also spreading the orange dream within the sector. As a child I was already attracted by space travel. I was sort of desperate to leave Malta und to explore the universe, even if the Maltese air is by far the best in the sector.
Finally I was able to convince my father of taking me with him on his deliveries sometimes. But in most cases he just told me, it would be too dangerous on his missions. In the meantime I understand what my father has meant. But every single journey with my father was nevertheless an amazing event for me: to see Malta from far away, to explore foreign solar systems and so on. One time, when I accompanied my father, our freighter was escorted by some fighter vessels. I didn’t know what my father was transporting this time to call for support like this. But he ensured me that this travel would be safer than all the ones before. It was a great spectacle how the fighters flied in perfect formation and scanned all unkown contacts in the system. I was really impressed! So I asked my father: “Who are these guys?” He answered with a serious voice: “These pilots, my son, are from the 101st!”
When I was 17, my father unfortunately died during an ordinary transportation: turned into galactic dust by Liberty Navy fighters in the Galileo System. I succeeded in obtaining the Navy’s mission report. According to this report my father refused a direct order and even attacked the Navy fighters. But I can imagine the truth: these corrupt officers wanted to get rid of another smuggler instead of arresting him, I’m sure!
It didn’t take long until I joined the Outcast fighter academy with iron will. Have I done that in order to seek revenge for my father’s death? Or have I simply acted rationally? I don’t know the answer anymore. Probably I haven’t known it at that time. Anyway... on the academy I got to know my good friend Adrian Jaramago who impressed me much. He was even a bit younger than me but showed amazing abilities. Perhaps he is another reason for my wish to join the 101st. Since finishing my training I am an independent Outcast pilot searching for challenges.
That’s it so far. Ok, I’m probably not the best pilot in Sirius but what I can offer you is maximum loyality and my willingness to die for our goals!
Kind regards,
Miguel Sancho
*End of Transmission*
OOC:
1) Why the 101st Outcast Guard?
Because you are an active, well organized group of friendly players as far as I already know you.
2) What are two things that you enjoy doing in real-life besides playing freelancer?
Chilling with friends, doing sports, programming, reading SciFi-books and so on... :-)
3) What would the last sentence of your autobiography be?
Have you really read the whole book, dear reader? Unbelievable...
4) If you could be a fictional character (from a film, book, comic, etc...), who would it be, and why?
It’s difficult to choose only one character. In my case it would be one of the Jedi-Knights from Star Wars (e.g. Obi-Wan Kenobi or Mace Windu) because I love the saga and the Jedis with their lightsabers, force powers and their wisdom.
The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz - [SheleSt] - 08-04-2008
*** Incoming transmission ***
*Comm ID: Ricardo Herandez*
*Target ID: Commander Bonello, Omicron 85, Corsica*
Greetings sirs, amigos and brothers. My name is Ricardo Herandez, but you know me as El Peregrino. I have not big story of my life, because most details I forgot.
I was born in Cali base 26 years ago. All my life I was with my father, Jose Herandez, one of the Outcast pilots. He told me that my mother, Elisabeth Herandez, had left our family. She liked adventures and flyed to zoners, when I was very little. I never saw her (or do not remember). All my childhood, I was helping my father. He was commander of 51st squad. In 12, I've started to learn the mechanics. After battles, I was watching how the father works with his own Sabre fighter. So, my childhood wasn't interesting. I live on Malta with uncle Octavio, brother of my father. When father was gone on patrol or raid, I was listening stories, about Spirits, other worlds and history of Omicron Alpha. It was my childhood, but time is going, world is changing. You ask me, why El Peregrino? Its next page of my life.
So, when I was 18, I purchased my first ship, Sabre. I wished to see only one - my mother. I was flying in Tau, Kusari, Liberty, Bretonia systems, visiting all the Freeports, but I didn't found her. Soon after my returning to Alpha, I've started the next search. I was in Omicron and Rheinland territories, but no results. In Omega, I did not fly (I think you understand why). When I was back in Alpha, all my friends were calling me El Peregrino (on standard Sirius - stranger), because I was flying in most of the Sirius systems. For the 7 years, I was a free Outcast fighter pilot. My father had retired and left 51st. In 25 I saw Great Spirits, Keepers of Nomads world for the first time. Now, when IMG and BH are near Alpha, Ill guard my motherland, my homeworld, our Orange Dream.
So, I wish to join the 101st ranks.
For Orange Dream! For Malta!
*** Transmission End ***
Now about OОC:
1) Why the 101st Outcast Guard?
The answer is in last page of my story, but I Ill repeat. I want to protect Outcast systems, I want to help 101st, I know that 101st are the best. I have not bad RP, yet I am still training.
2) What are two things that you enjoy doing in real-life besides playing freelancer?
I'm reading books (fantasy, adventures) and playing basketball (about 7 years).
3) What would the last sentence of your autobiography be?
I've heard the warning
4) If you could be a fictional character (from a film, book, comic, etc...), who would it be, and why?
Roland from Dark Tower. Good person. Or Isildur from The Lord of the Rings(The Silmarillion too). A Brave Hero.
The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz - Eppy - 08-07-2008
***Incoming Transmission***
***Comm ID: Commander Mia Bonello, Corsica***
***Target ID: Various***
***Re: Getteth Thine Buttocks Uppeth to Malta. Eth.***
***Comm ID: Commander Mia Bonello, Corsica***
***Target ID: Various***
***Re: Getteth Thine Buttocks Uppeth to Malta. Eth.***
All applicants accepted, and we apologize for the wait.
The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz - GodsFavorite - 08-08-2008
*** Incoming transmission ***
*Comm ID: Alberto Mussilo*
*Target ID: Commander Bonello, Omicron 85, Corsica*
Greetings Commander Bonello.
I wish to address you in regards to my transfer. I was trained as a fighter pilot at the Maltese Flight School. I graduated with honors and was assigned as a Flight Officer in the Maltese Navy Fighter Corps. My unit was one of 3 fighter squads sent to Theta on a reconnoscince mission. It was a mess and High Command ordered us into a Bounty Hunter trap. My fighter made it out intact but the squadrons were decimated and scattered.
My fighter limped back to Eta and faught through the Corsair patrols there to Palmero. Over the next couple days 9 fighters out of 36 managed to stuggle back to Outcast space. I have been assigned to another fighter squad, but I do not trust High Command anymore. Especially not on offensive missions. I wish to transfer directly under your command Commander Bonello.
My fighter and I stand ready. I wish to defend my home and prevent the Corsairs or Bounty Hunters from attacking our home. My ship stands ready to serve you Commander. Please let me join your Elite ranks.
**Transmission Terminated**
Now about OОC:
1) Why the 101st Outcast Guard?
I like the Outcasts, sneaky, manipulative, and honorable.
2) What are two things that you enjoy doing in real-life besides playing freelancer?
I read books and I play the trumpet
3) What would the last sentence of your autobiography be?
"And he was good"
4) If you could be a fictional character (from a film, book, comic, etc...), who would it be, and why?
Yoda. A deeper knowledge and wisdom is what I crave.
The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz - Guest - 08-10-2008
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>Date: July 11th 816 A.S.
>Subject: Application
Greetings, Mia Bonello, Commanding Officer, 101st.
My name is Arthur Dgahr, i am the pilot of the Line Hacker Gunship ''Sindroms'' and i would wish to apply for the first line of defense of Outcast space, known as the Ghosts of Razgriz 101st.
Ever since the day i was rescued by the 101st from becoming a lifeless body drifting in Tau 23 having my old ship become my grave, i have felt that i have found a group that cares for the life of a inexperienced pilot and after all this time, slowly adjusting to the newly given chance to be a part of something, also suggested by one of the 101st, i wish to continue serve Malta as a genuine part of its fleet, rather than the ex-mercenary, the title that has brought me some troubles over the past few days. I promise to serve the Maltesians, the command and protect those around me, bring punishment to those who deserve it, bring help to those who need it, be rational to judge those who i encounter and respect the Spirits who watch over us.
My biography and time-line shall be added at the end of this transmission.
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History
The subject named Arthur was born in a simple family living in Manhattan, both of them believed to be LPI or LN pilots. When the boy turned twelve he had been notified, that the two of his parents were KIA, by what seemed to be the nomads in Alaska. After the boy turned 17, he was tired of living with his grandparents, who were too having some difficulties to sustain the now added member of the family. Soon he was given his fathers backup ship, a mere starflea and he was allowed to exit Manhattan for the first time. The tests needed to be allowed in open space were passed without much problem and soon enough the new recruit was happily aiding the LPI LN and LSF in their missions.
After a while though he noticed the change in the way others reacted to him and he was misled by his officers about the ships he could use when serving the liberty forces. After spending all of his money of the needed equipment, he was struck to find out the fact that he was now not allowed to be in liberty space. Struck, he had to sell his ship and weapons to return to his Starflea, now no more than an observer, floating near Newark, weaponless. Raged, he soon stole a civilians ship, marked himself as a mercenary and killed more than 15 LPI ships before having to flee from New york...
Soon he found himself in the Bertonia space, where he was greeted with the rather gentle humming of projectiles smashing against his shield and hull, having to run again and was left with nothing more than a drifting tin can in Tau 23, severly damaged and with some minor injuries as well.
Gladly, one of the 101st happened to come by and evacuated him from his ship and returned the mistreated boy to Omicron Alpha, Libiza base, where he soon enough found recovery as well as new friends. Happy to be alive, he swore to repay the Outcast kin with the same kindness he had received from them.
A month after he was returning from a raid from California and was heading through Magellan, when he saw a dozen or so liberty pilots heading to a unknown to him destination through the ice fields. Soon enough he found out that it was the hidden area of the Mactan base. Knowing that the Outcasts were allied with the Lane Hackers, he engaged the ships, yet suffered heavy damage and was towed back to he base. His ship was beyond repair, so as a thank you, or most probably pitty for the young man, he was given a very old looking Lane Hacker gunship, most of the server equipment missing, the power output devastated and in general, the ship was meant to be scrapped that very day. One would have to see the smile on his face when he returned to Alpha in his first ever capital ship, where he all most hit a smuggler, still not used to piloting such a big ship, especially without a navigation crew.
A few days had passed and thanks to the Malta techs, his ship was adapted to be suited for a one-man crew, of course highly decreasing its effectiveness in combat, but saving the trouble of having to explain to the crew, why should they listen to a 17 yearold...
The ship itself still continues to show many defects, like the occasional transmission and comm malfunctions, vulnerability to Ion storms as well as a few failures in navigation, so the boy is always found with a manual next to him.
Only after a few days, when he met the first Spirits in Alpha space, he found out that indeed, his parents were killed by the LN, for not swearing to hold silence about a bribe between a Corsair and a LN pilot. His hatred for the Spirits vanished, while the despise for the liberty space grew more...
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>Name: Arthur Dgahr
>Current location: Malta Dock
>Status: Repair
>Pilot rating:
+Experience: Novice
+Type: Deep Scan Observer, Scout, Defense, Scanner.
+ID: Mercenary
+IFF: Outcast
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***ID selected: Mia Bonello, Commanding Officer, 101st***
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Here begins OOC
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1) Why the 101st Outcast Guard?
Because i asked about which of the guards i would be more suited to join, tired of the constant remarks of being a ''merc'', the answer was given to me, i hope i will not disappoint them.
2) What are two things that you enjoy doing in real-life besides playing freelancer?
Well, drawing is a big part of my life, also, riding my mountain bike and wondering which bones i have yet to break.
3) What would the last sentence of your autobiography be?
Another chance was given, he shall not let it pass...
4) If you could be a fictional character (from a film, book, comic, etc...), who would it be, and why?
Well, this is going to sound strange but, let me make a comic, and i shall be the character, i do not need to copy off others, yet to answer the question in proper, i would like to be Alexander Kaidanovsky, the stalker from the 1979 movie ''Stalker'', that was based upon the novel Roadside Picnic. He was my favorite character, main character who is not described as NOT a overpowering person, but a nervous and humble man. (yes the game STALKER, the shadow of Chernobyl was based upon the movie and book)
The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz - Eppy - 08-12-2008
***Incoming Transmission***
***Comm ID: Commander Mia Bonello, Corsica***
***Target ID: Recruitment***
***Re: Accepted***
***Comm ID: Commander Mia Bonello, Corsica***
***Target ID: Recruitment***
***Re: Accepted***
Both pilots are accepted. Procedures will be transmitted to your private addresses shortly.
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