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Reaver Merc. Co. Recruitment - DarthBindo - 10-10-2011
![[Image: ianholmesfreelancer.png]](http://img197.imageshack.us/img197/7103/ianholmesfreelancer.png)
Iffen ye wan a sook tae polish yer boots an' scrape along, ah'm shoor there's a whole planet full o posh scunners inae New London, but ye asked fer a merc, ye did.
Naw stoap acting like a big jessy an' gies a damn answer.
Reaver Merc. Co. Recruitment - Kopesh - 10-10-2011
[INCOMiNG TRANSMISSON]
ID : Lungu Stefan AKA "Abbadon"
Well well,I didn't know you are such a sensitive man.Well,after all,it is me who started with a big mouth.I thought you were some sort of badass and I wanted to fit in,but I guess I took the wrong attitude .I'm sorry.
All I want is to work with you guys and earn a quick buck.I am pretty good as a fighter,and some people are really afraid of me.And I thought I would perfect even more my skills with you .
Hopefully,I think I am good enough for your big company ,so what about you let me have a try and I'll let my guns do the right talking?*smiles*
[CLOSING TRANSMISSION]
ID : Lungu Stefan AKA "Abbadon"
Well well,I didn't know you are such a sensitive man.Well,after all,it is me who started with a big mouth.I thought you were some sort of badass and I wanted to fit in,but I guess I took the wrong attitude .I'm sorry.
All I want is to work with you guys and earn a quick buck.I am pretty good as a fighter,and some people are really afraid of me.And I thought I would perfect even more my skills with you .
Hopefully,I think I am good enough for your big company ,so what about you let me have a try and I'll let my guns do the right talking?*smiles*
[CLOSING TRANSMISSION]
Reaver Merc. Co. Recruitment - Silver - 10-10-2011
![[Image: commslinksilver03.png]](http://img847.imageshack.us/img847/3954/commslinksilver03.png)
****CLOSED COMMBURST TO COPPER.REAVER****
I'll deal with the Abbadon dude.
No worries.
That way you can talk to this...
Whatever Holmes boy.
Kisses,
S.
****COMMBURST ENDED****
So... Abbadon.. Stefan... or whatever.
*Kicks back in the chair*
You think you need to be badass to get into the ranks?
*Laughs*
You got it all wrong, love.
What you need to do in this company.. Is to kill.
Is to be a herald of impending doom.
Is to scare the ever living sh** of our targets.
And according to some reports, we do that just fine.
But you want a piece of the pie too, am i right?
You want to be Reaver level badass...
Well, live and learn, man, live and learn.
I guess you need to learn some.
Show up in the Blood, that's our bar by the way, in the old Armstrong in Coronado.
If our chit-chat goes well, you're in the trainee program.
If not, you'll be jetisoned to suck some space dust for wasting my time.
Kisses and blood,
Silver.
![[Image: commslinkend.png]](http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/5412/commslinkend.png)
Reaver Merc. Co. Recruitment - Dusty Lens - 10-10-2011
![[Image: commslinkcopper.png]](http://img94.imageshack.us/img94/6917/commslinkcopper.png)
Usually I'd attempt to have a little fun here. But you're really not worth it.
Given your demonstrated ability to learn, Mr. Holmes, that'll be a very definite no.
Given your demonstrated ability to learn, Mr. Holmes, that'll be a very definite no.
Reaver Merc. Co. Recruitment - Silver - 10-10-2011
*Coughs hard*
Sorry, had some gold fraps from blowing up 'sairs in Dublin all over my ship.
*Coughs again solemnly*
So let me put it in the Molly way, so ye can understand what Copper said.
*Coughs*
Hell naeh, eejit, ye can' go t'ae suck on ye space pixie dust, since ye nevah will learn thae proper way.
So skidaddle and learn some shame and humility, 'cause in the hunting business, pride is a one way road to death.
Silver.
Reaver Merc. Co. Recruitment - Silver - 11-07-2011
![[Image: commslinksilver.png]](http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/3616/commslinksilver.png)
Upon my assessment, all further [color=#FF0000]recruiting is closed.
*Lights up a cigar*
Plus, i got to shove a rook and a couloured peep out of the company.
*Smokes*
Eightshot and Black are no more.
Let the frackin' space dust gods have their fun with them.
Silver.
Reaver Merc. Co. Recruitment - Reaver Company Inc. - 02-13-2012
![[Image: commslinkoffice.png]](http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3240/commslinkoffice.png)
After some long drinks, remodeling, and jettision-involved bodies, the
Reaver Recruitment is now open.
T'is Silver, Copper and Titanium here.
What i want is your life story, kills you made and i mean real frackin' links to the booms.
If we like, you get in on a trial period.
If you frack up in the trial period, i get to send Titanium here to develop her weird talent of killing people with her hands and tea spoons.
*A slight sigh is heard in the background*
If we don't like your file, you all know better not to nag us again.
'Nough said.
Let the beepin' commence. We wanna hear your sob stories.
Reaver Merc. Co. Recruitment - sadtranslation - 02-14-2012
[font=Courier New]Silbern, Silver;
[color=#666666]I have a feeling that I killed a man today;
maybe not killed, but it should be a gorgeous trauma;
because when people eat my borscht on daily basis they are happy, their heats are filled with righteous hate and their logic is beetroot red. But this time Ulianov, that dummkopf, tried to prove that while a cook cannot immediately get on with the job of state administration, the opposite can be achieved by salt and basil.
Schwachsinnige.
Now Kaestner is sick, I can find no peace and anger's boiling in the belly.
But back to the topic;
Silver;
you are aware of my highest moral playground, the number of stars on Kleinepastete's wings and feathers in my bonnet. I'm too young to die of shame. I want to see the world. And no matter what color I put on, I'm all vermilion inside.
I'm sure that Volksevolution can spare a flieger, yet the question is if the Company's ready to accept my daring escape from the ranks of Roter Frontkämpferbund and unhealthy color of Walker, and extend me for the time being.
I'm good and useful, I can actually cook, and my revolution is always in my heart (therefore no fee for luggage); and there is nothing wrong in looking for a place in Reaver Mercenary Company;
don't you think so?
Your most reasonable,
Hauptsturmführer Sasha Grau.
[color=#666666]I have a feeling that I killed a man today;
maybe not killed, but it should be a gorgeous trauma;
because when people eat my borscht on daily basis they are happy, their heats are filled with righteous hate and their logic is beetroot red. But this time Ulianov, that dummkopf, tried to prove that while a cook cannot immediately get on with the job of state administration, the opposite can be achieved by salt and basil.
Schwachsinnige.
Now Kaestner is sick, I can find no peace and anger's boiling in the belly.
But back to the topic;
Silver;
you are aware of my highest moral playground, the number of stars on Kleinepastete's wings and feathers in my bonnet. I'm too young to die of shame. I want to see the world. And no matter what color I put on, I'm all vermilion inside.
I'm sure that Volksevolution can spare a flieger, yet the question is if the Company's ready to accept my daring escape from the ranks of Roter Frontkämpferbund and unhealthy color of Walker, and extend me for the time being.
I'm good and useful, I can actually cook, and my revolution is always in my heart (therefore no fee for luggage); and there is nothing wrong in looking for a place in Reaver Mercenary Company;
don't you think so?
Your most reasonable,
Hauptsturmführer Sasha Grau.
Reaver Merc. Co. Recruitment - Abuzar - 02-14-2012
From
MR.CArl johnson
To,
Reavermerc.co
i dont have much to say but i can assure this that i am a badass killer ,recently my actions are in liberty against navy, people are getting afraid of me and my friends,i collected alot ofbounties asa hunter as a merc or as a freelancer so when do i get started give me my name or shall i use mine own...Give me a job and consider it done or dead and about the kills requirement i have many but are they necessary to show??? i have alot ask for them then you will have the links
looking for your reply silver btw i know you well i fought many fight with your help you might have forgot me but i didnt, looking for an approval request
**BLueWolf at the Grave of Ghenghis KHAn**
Reaver Merc. Co. Recruitment - Astennu123 - 02-15-2012
:: Incoming Transmission ::
:: Name: Natasha Feller ::
:: Source: Magellan, Freeport 4 ::
:: Name: Natasha Feller ::
:: Source: Magellan, Freeport 4 ::
Howdy.
I was born on Planet Pittsburgh, Liberty. Quite rough place to grow up, eh? Anyway, my father wanted me to get an own house or something so he made me do crappy jobs for years. Hell, how I hated that time. When I started I had to clean cargo containers for a long-long time. Waste containers, meh. The salary wasn't really good, so I tried to get a job on my own. Without help. After a month of struggling with the local bar's owner, I managed to make him think about it. He made me a waitress. A whole year of getting touched by random people, talking to lowlife people all day long... Wasn't that bad, actually. He gave me decent money because I took care about the problems of the guests of the bar.
One day, a guy showed up there. He was very-very-VERY handsome. He was watching me while I served drinks to the peeps there. I don't know why, but he asked me to do him a favor. He gave me a data stick. It was a contract. I had to kill someone on Denver. A usual person would immediately report this to the local police station, but the credits... Credits are so good. I always wanted to earn a lot of money. This one guy gave me a switchblade heavy fighter for the job. One day after, I went to the launchbay and flown to Denver. The guy was at one of the energy storage pylons of the local power plant. I followed him back to his apartment. When he was about to open the door, I grabbed him from the back and slit his throat with my butterfly knife.
I didn't really feel any regret. I made a holo-picture of the corpse and escaped as fast as I could. I left the planet and went back to the bar. The guy was waiting for me there. Like he knew that I'd return. Anyway, I gave the data to him and he transferred the money to my account. This kind of work is very profitable as it seems.
Afterall, it was just a job. Like mopping the floor up, eh?
I'd like to join the Reavers Mercenary Co. in order to prove my ability to kill and such.
:: End of Transmission ::