Comm ID: Joesph Petrie
Encryption: High
Priority: N/A
Location: Java Station, Tau 23
Now man, look here, it's been certainly a few months since I've even seen a member of the Guild, let alone talk to one. I've been stuck here on Java Station in the middle of what could be described as hell for quite bit now, and I can guarantee you that I'm not part of some secret undercover plot to raid the Raiders or something.
Nonetheless, I'll be patiently waiting for your decision here, sipping a cup of java, heh, get it, a cup of java on Jav-oh god, kill me.
I was born on Planet Lyon, in the Lyonnais system, in the magnificent and bustling urban areas that surrounded the congested civilian spaceports. The family I was born into was like any other family, ever caring, tight and finespun.
As I grew older in age, I frequented school and pursued an active education. During my days spend pursuing an education, I came to notice the core of the Human Individual. How rotten and corroded it is, while still possessing a sense of innocence, a strain of malleability.
As my life grew further, I became even more… more aware of Humanity. At University, I undertook politics ( improperly put, it was more a sub-branch of History concerning theoretical politics involving the different political governments and ideas that spawned throughout History, as politics were more or less inherited rather than taught ) and philosophy, as well as a mandatory civilian flight school which was imposed at that time to avoid severe cases of retardation in space. Too bad this system seems to had been dispelled these days.
Anyway, the reason I undertook such degrees was because, as I studied and observed the core of the human more and more, together with its society and the state it lives in, I took it as an ambition to change it personally, to sculpt it better, finer.
The society was filled with flocks of people unaware of a goal, they were decentralized, corroded and depraved. Each and everyone was eyeing an active purpose of plundering, stealing, and acquiring as much wealth as possible leaving little room for ambition, order or the desire to unleash their potential. Plutocracy and greed intoxicated them.
As my University years in Lyon approached to an end, I had to pick another subject, a requirement which appeared after one would finish the Flight School. I picked the study of Genetics and Biology. There was something to it I loved, and I felt it would had provided a benefit to my life should my ambitions shatter.
University approached an end. I tried to make my living as a medic for a short while until I got sense of what to do next. I must confess that it was a job of a gargantuan abhorrence! I never liked helping individuals that were too incompetent to help themselves. And above all, I could stand the disgusting thought of having to guarantee the life of individuals I hated, of individuals I wished to be dead. Oui, I started to hate quite a number of individuals, Nobles who were complete imbeciles in the fine arts of administration, bullies, dellusioned imbeciles who viewed themselves as “revolutionaries” who thought that they are the architects of a noble future for Gallia, but actually, they are pleasing the fetishes and desire for power of their leaders, who are no cleaner than the current government, and above all, I hated “nymphs” , imbeciles that were too incompetent, embroidered in too much crudeness to appeal to a fine madame, and who could control the nature of their bestial side, and as such, resorted to depraved acts that I would rather not go into detail. I hated them most, mainly because, oui, I admit that evolutionary, we, humans are actually part of the Animallia class, and as such, we are animals, but, if we cannot separate out unique traits from the bestial, depraved traits which reside in animals, how could we dare call ourselves human then? And to think that all these kind of individuals visited my clinic… Merde…
Back on track, during my time as a medic, I met a woman, a woman who I came to love, and that madame came to love me back. We married, and we decided that the congested life of Lyon was not for us. Too many people, too much noise, too little time to stop and look inside of yourself. As such, I moved my residence to Planet Orleans, Orleannais System. With the money we saved, we made enough to acquire a villa in the suburbs.
This was an important step of my life as it gave me the opportunity to think, plan and look into my ambitions. My desire was to get into politics and change the pathetic mindset that now plague and intoxicate the plebes. I was never a royalist, nor did I consider myself a revolutionary, my… perspectives were very different. I wanted to be the architect of something new, something efficient, something that my name would be praised for… or perhaps… even feared for.
But my monetary resources were running low, so I had to look for additional ventures. I was offered a contract which required exquisite needs of my knowledge of genetics. Initially, I was doubtful of the contract as it came from a Corsican, oui, I may sound steadfast but Corsicans have a… colourful reputation here. And my doubts were right. I soon found out I was linked with the traffic of Nox. Certainly, my wife didn’t had to know of this, but then again, I had to maintain honesty with her. I decided to lie her in the beginning, but this business constrained me more and more and restricted me further from my personal life, so I had to confess. Hopefully, she undertstood my situation
From an employee, I rose up and became a partner of that Corsican, whose name I will never share, I hope you understand me here, I promised not to ever share his identity, and eventually, we even became friends.
I was sympathetic towards him. He, and his “business” provided me with new perspectives upon life. Moreover, spend a lot of time teaching me real space combat. For some reason, he didn’t want me to die. Piracy and such didn’t bothered me, I was delectated by the idea that such plutocratic bastards would see their dreams withered in front of them trough the form of particle fire. But the consequences that would be spawned out of this stopped me, however, I still assisted mon ami from time to time in Nox traffic.
Eventually, I learned that my goals were not as noble. I didn’t want to change the people, I simply wanted fame and recognition, to unleash my potential and fulfill my ambitions. But I wanted to do that by serving people and providing their wellbeing and innovation. I also convinced myself that there should be nothing to stop me, and that the goal excuses the deeds done in order to achieve it.
That couldn’t be done here, however… The dice were cast. The deeds were done, the fire was spread.
And so, when Gallia met Sirius, I… joined a few others and fled while my wife remained home, she… was a medic also, and unlike me, she loved to help the ill. She was open and kind.
Sirius proved to be… horrid, but fruitful of opportunities.
I had no sense of coordination in this world however so I ended up in quite a miserable state. A very miserable state actually, very far from where my ideas were supposed to lead me. I was a miner, then a zoner, then a pirate, then a bounty hunter. I undertook a life more and more miserable than its predecessor. I still reserved some time to communicated with my family at home, though.
After a time, I found about you, the Vagrant Raiders, and your petit House: Natio Octavarium. You were my salvation, my muse, and as such, here I emerge, to offer my loyalty in servitude so that I may shine, and my ambitions thrive, while I will assist to the prosperity of what you wish to erect.
It wasn’t hard finding you, I must admit, I came to notice how Sirians enjoy the art of gossip, many practice it, and many are proficient in it. Oui…
And as such I am here, and I present my story to you, in the entirety of my honesty. Why would I be so honest, you may inquire? Maybe because it’s a rare commodity, or maybe just because I am not a good lier, so I’d rather not bother with useless, futile fallancies that would rather spawn insults and affronts… * A short breath was heard, followed up by a giggle which was picked by the vocal transmitter and broadcasted *
I have also noticed, on my past, that Sirians have a different, more crude and shallow way of completing their Bios and paperwork for employment signup. Their information was shorter, and vague. I decided to maintain the Gaul ways, I hope this will not be a problem.
Why you want to join the Vagrant Raiders:
Like I said, I you are my salvation and my muse. You are the light that will drag me out of the misery I had to face, and commit as I lived my life in Sirius.
Above all, I feel that my ambitions can thrive while I remain loyal to your cause, and assist you.
***Transmission Ended***
(08-10-2015, 07:03 PM)Antonio- Wrote: King Eduard is the greatest
We apologize for the delay, it took us this long to get through all of that - and of course the relevant background checks. It's quite impressive just how similar Royal systems are to Ageira... the benefits of working with stolen tech, I suppose.
You've been tentatively approved - we can't really make it official until some unusual stellar phenomna subside, but you can join in our private comms, they seem to be unaffected. Contact us.
Name: Garviel Loken a.k.a Garvi
Age: 28
Employment/History:
- Trained Armorer/Weaponsmith
- Freeport Guard
- Extensive weapons experience
- Operate my own converted Pilgrim Liner, retrofitted to be a floating workshop.
Why you want to join the Vagrant Raiders:
Guarding a freeport got really boring. So i quit and took a sabbatical with the crazy popes in baffin. Did some commission work for a few of the popes. While visiting Barrier Gate, i happened to bump into Taskmaster Kane and got to chatting. He suggested i apply, so here i am.
=== Incoming Transmission ===
== Encryption: Social insurance number not included ==
Attention, freelancers, mercenaries, shipment pilots, and other bored citizens of Sirius! If you're reading this, then you're already one step closer to being part of the sector's best paramilitary force slash upstart shipping enterprise!
Yes, you read slash heard that right. We ship goods too, both mundane and luxury.
So what are you waiting for? Fill out the application form at the header of this channel and submit it in response. Soon, you'll be defending Natio Octavarium valiantly against the Gallic menace, meeting people you'd never otherwise meet, escorting shipments across the stars, making friends and money, and raiding things vagrantly.
The Vagrant Raiders. You're gonna love it. I guarantee ya.
Incoming Transmission: ACCEPTED
Encryption: Liberty Rogue
Subject: Me, of course.
Message reads:
So, these are the Vagrant Raiders? Very spiffy.
So, in case you hadn't heard, my name is Daniel Witt (last name chosen by me of course) and it just so happens I'm looking to join your Raiders.
I'm 22 years young, still handsome and is a womanizing machine. I used to work as a Liberty Rogue, which by the way has not enough booze, but eventually quit to become an Outcast, then a Lane Hacker and finally a Junker. All of these are involuntary jobs. That's right! I'm in the slave business!
I need to get outta here. Way too much work man, too many crates, not enough guns, thin mattresses, hideous girls and no pay. The very thought of escaping in my own ship enthralls me and I only wish to serve the one who sets me free.
So, how 'bout it? You come in on one of your ships, take me outta Rochester and get me to your headquarters? C'mon! It'll be great, we can hang out, blow some ships up, meet some chicks and have a good time!
Employment History:
Spent most of my adult life doing freelance jobs. I've been a gun for hire for organizations that found themselves on the wrong side of the law. I've run all sorts of black market goods--weapons, drugs, you name it, across half of Sirius to people I never knew and for people I wish I didn't.
Why join VR?
Well, that's a fair question. I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of in my life, bad things. I wish I could get beyond my past and live a clean life free of the burdens I've imposed upon myself, but I don't see that happening. I've done too much.
Maybe, I can redeem myself in just a small way. I heard about some of the humanitarian things your organization has done. I'd like some good associated with my name to accompany the bad. Maybe I don't have to be a squeaky clean person in order to live down my chequered past.
When I go to my grave, hopefully a few people stand over it saying, this was a good man.
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