Your application checks out, therefore you have been ACCEPTED into The Brotherhood.
Head to Battleship Prox as soon as possible, a Titan is waiting for you there!
Welcome aboard hermano!
A woman, approximately 1.90m tall passes the door where the poster about the recruitment for the Brotherhood is hanging. As other people pass her, she begins to read it, smirking her right eyebrow now and again and ends it with a nod. She rips one of them off and enters the office where she puts down a bag she carried with her and lays her legs on a table. She takes out a small cup and a metallic bottle filled with a liquid that seemed to be alcoholic, judging by the smell. She fills the little cup and crosses her legs on the table and leaned back in a comfortable position while sipping from her drink now and again. After she finished reading the rest of the poster, she opens her bag and takes out a pen, she bites off the cover of the pen and keeps it between her teeth while writing the information on the poster.
Full Name: Belen Patricio Lopez, also known as "La Cazadora"
Age: 25
As she read the "Your skills" she had to chuckle and took another sip before tilting her head back and thriving in memories of her past for a moment. After two minutes passed, she shook her head slightly and continued to fill out the application.
Your skills: Ten years of flying experience side by side with Hunters, ground combat professional as well as advanced skills in pursuing targets.
Reason why you chose us: Born as Corsair, taken away by Pirates, rescued by Bounty Hunters and finally I found my way back to the Corsairs, I know that the Bounty Hunters and Corsairs hate each other like a pest but I have used their knowledge and fighting techniques to improve myself just to know that one day I would return to the Corsairs.
As she read the biography part, she took out another pen from her bag, packing the other one away as its ink seemed to run out already. She got up from her comfortable position and leaned forward over the table so she could write more concentrated.
Your biography:
So, born on an evacuation ship in 798 A.S. due to a massive fight between the Corsairs and the Outcasts in Omega-41. Who and where madre was at that time? Ni idea. Padre? Ni idea. I only know what I was told. Apparently, the ship got almost destroyed by a pirate raid crew when the ship was supposed to flee the Corsair territory. The ship got entered by those putas and I don't know what they did with my parents, if they even were on the ship that is, maybe they died prior, maybe they fought, no es importante, I got taken from the Corsairs on the ship to some base far away from the Empire. Guess I was lucky, some time later, I don't know when. A set of Bounty Hunters attacked those pirates, this guy, who was my mentor and kind of a father to me, told me their boss had a big bounty on his head and so they killed them all. The best thing that ever could have happened. They took me with them to Deshima in Kusari ... eh, Shikoku it was, I think. Anyway, of course, they knew I was from Hispanic descendants but they didn't bring me back to them, of course, would have probably killed those fools. They raised me through the whole galaxy, we traveled a lot, was funny at the beginning and boring until I was ten. At least they were kind of educated hunters so I didn't end up retarded like those pirates that dared to fight them. I almost begged them to show me how to be a Bounty Hunter, it just seemed like the most awesome job in Sirius. So they taught me how to become a good Huntress, took many years, I remember learning the hunting theory on Texas for...one year? Si, one year. And the practical stuff was in the Omicrons, Omicron Theta on the Freeport, they had a good training facility there, dual wielding handguns, automatic rifles, snipers, grenades, hiding techniques, close combat, everything, they knew todos. Ship combat was tougher, though, I was allowed to do that when I was sixteen, still pretty young but at least I didn't act as poorly as I expected, my first claimed bounty was two years later, just a smuggler but it was a start. I remember to swear that I would never touch a bounty on a Corsair, they didn't like that, not at all but I didn't care, they knew I couldn't pull the trigger on a brother or sister. This "game" went on for a lot of years, to a point where I even out mastered my mentor and friend. When we had a bounty on a Xeno on Liberty, some Woman named Monroe, I think a year ago, he died in combat, I saw his ship crashing in the asteroids. What a guy, fought to the last part, I just know that I fled as fast as I could, they were just way too many. I am pretty sure that the others died too, I am not sure, though. So I was I don't know millions of miles away from the Corsairs, I wanted to return to my brothers and sisters. Here I sit, I made it, I found Crete just a week ago, came from Omega-41 and met some of us on Leon, and now I know why I want to return, I missed all of you, I didn't even know that we had an organized Military at first but si, they told me on Leon. That was my wake-up call, this is where I always had to belong to, I think I can do well in the Brotherhood and use what I have learned to serve the Corsair nation by force.
Your application checks out, therefore you have been ACCEPTED into The Brotherhood.
Head to Battleship Prox as soon as possible, a Titan is waiting for you there!
Welcome aboard hermana!
Skills: Average fighter, average turret steering, experienced trader, charismatic, sharp tongue, and great work ethic
Reason For Joining: I wish to avenge my adoptive fathers death by the hands of the Red Hessians, understand my possible family history within the Corsairs, belong to something greater than myself with loyalty among brothers, and earn respect as a warrior.
Biography: I was an abandoned orphan baby left behind the cargo near the landing platform of New Berlin with 200 credits and a note card that said, "His name is Leo Cesar. - A. Cesar". I was discovered by the local Daumann mechanic Hans Rutger. This man raised me as if I was his own. Hans gave me the middle name Schlafen because I spent most of my time sleeping as a baby. 3 days after my 16th birthday Hans left to deliver ship hull plates to Battleship Karlsruhe in Stuttgart. Hans was ambushed by Red Hessians and was brutally tortured. The Hessian scum beamed his escape pod into their ship, tortured him, and compromised the oxygen supply of the escape pod before ejecting him back into space. When I finally witnessed his bloodied corpse I was told he suffocated to death before he bleeding out. The authorities told me this act of aggression was most likely due to his cargo shipment to the Rhienland Military. Hans was a stubborn old geezer that would never bow to another man and I know he fought bravely. I wanted justice, but the justice I sought could not be given by the law. growing up I heard stories of a fearless people called the Corsairs and that any who dared to cross them would find themselves drifting in space reflecting on their misfortune. I was initially peaked by their hatred for Red Hessian's, but after reading more information on the Corsairs I began to admire them. During my research of corsairs I repeatedly began seeing the name "Cesar" throughout history dating back to the establishment of Corsairs from the sleeper ship Hispania. This information only increased my interest of the corsairs. I needed a way to connect with the corsairs, but I had no way to contact them. Frustration after realizing this hole in my plan to find them I went to the local bar and drank one to many Rhienland Blitzkrieg shots. In my flustered inebriated state I began talking out loud to myself about looking for corsairs. A hooded figure approached me and ask me, "Why do you need to find a Corsair?". I told the hooded figure a brief summary of my reasons for hating the Red Hessians and that I was Leo Cesar. After telling him I want to know who the Cesar's were and what it takes to join the Corsairs. Shocked, the figured asked me if my name was really Cesar? He asked how old I was and if I knew a man named Alonso Cesar. I responded with drunk mumbling about a note card with the name A. Cesar on it. I do not know what I said Exactly, but the hooded figure smiled and gave me a piece of paper saying, "Find The Brotherhood", on the back was coordinates to this Recruiting Office.
Your skills:Skillful miner and supplier, average fighter pilot, high knowledge of informatics and treasure hunter
Reason why you chose us:I choose Brotherhood, cause I want to offer all my skills, my help and dedication to a high family *smiles*.
Your biography: I was born at Leon Base in the year 791 A.S. My father was a Corsair Engineer and my mother an Artifact dealer. At the age of 7 I was kidnapped by an Hessian battery during the return to Planet Crete. My parents died during the Hessian ambush and the ship was destroyed after my father luckily pressed the ejection pod button for saving me. That day was an irrecoverable trauma for me. I was taken to Freital base for an identity check and then I was transfered to Vogtland base for an Hessian initiation. During my adolescence I was already multilingual, and i had an edge over other students. In the meantime my desire to come back my real home doesn't stop. So at the age of 18 I was introduced at Vogtland university to studying naval engineering. I learned a lot about strong and weak points of Hessian shipline, and afer I finished the studies with an year in advance, at the age of 22, I went to an Hessian hangar and I stole a Behemoth Transport by hacking in the Hessian terminal and opening the hangar door successfully. 2 Hessian agents chase me with their fighters, but I was able to disarm one by shooting at some weak weapon spots. The chasing lasts until the Neutron Star at Omega-41, when a Corsair patrol stopped the Hessian and destroy his ship. I was escorted to Planet Crete in safety and I was greeted with surprise by some people who known my father. After that I found a job as a cook in the cafeteria of miners, but after an accident unluckily I took a large dose of radiation and medics were forced to amputate my left leg, because of an explosion happened in the kitchen when I was working. After that, I began to work as a Xeno Relics miner, and I received some fighter training from a Corsair soldier, friend of my mother. My nickname is "Largo" because my height is 1,95 meters and I got a long mechanical left leg of 85 centimeters, the longest prosthesis the Corsair medical engineer have been made!
Smugling and Fighting - all what good sair should be able to do
Reason why you chose us:
Empire needs everyone to defend our home, and to expand our power in the Sirius
Your biography (at least 10 lines):
Born on Cadiz, in Feliz familie, which all the time, secure Omega 5 from enemies in the past.
I grow with my father, who teached me everything he knews, how to pilot a ship, a big ones with all trade route for smuglers, and how to avoid patrols to bring goods that Empire needs. How to pilot small snubs, how fight and defeat our enemies not only with guns, but also with mind.
Before Omega constellation collaps in the near past, when Omega 5 was connected with Bretputos space, all the time we came there, and we took something from those capitalsts, all what can help us, their credits, cargo, or dead bodies. But must of the time, they preffer death *Open new rum bottle* This is their choice.
When i become 27 years old, I met a captain, who claims him self as a Captain of vessell Taco.Compana, who showed me a new stage in my life, not only sit at Cadiz, and do usual stuff, but help Empire with my hand. He showed me Corsair Trade Company papers, and after all, i decided to join them.
After a 2 years with my new familie, our Leader, disapeared in space, he went to Liberty, and did not come back.
And after all, our hands fell down.
Few our pilots tragicaly died, someone in fights, someone while smugling, someone sit in prisons *open second bottle or rum, and make looong sip*. But maybe i'm not right...
As for me, I dont want to sit without work. I want to be part of Empire, this is why i'm here.
Your application's checked out, but since we have not heard anything from you when we contacted you, you have been DENIED into The Brotherhood.
Buenos dias senora Enrika
Your application checks out, so you have been ACCEPTED into The Brotherhood.
Head to Battleship Prox as soon as possible, a Titan is waiting for you there!
Welcome aboard hermana!
|Signed: Guardian Luciano Vasquez, The Brotherhood
My full name is Adriano Juan Rodriguez Gracia
But just call me Adriano Gracia
I am 21 years old
I have good flight and combat skills, but i am a great warrior with the epee and the rifle for example. I am very interested in the xeno archeology and the Dom'Kavash empire. I own a big farm, not very far from the capital, so i am a very good farmer. (I can cook very good as well)
I lost everything and a Guardian of yours made my life happier again, gave me new hope, gave me the feeling to belong to something. He gave me new power. Now i want to protect our glorious home and fatherland, if necessary with my life. I also want to keep my families tradition in the ranks of the Brotherhood.
I was born in 803 A.S. as the son of Carlo Rodriguez Sancez and Lucia Fernanda Aguilar Gracia on planet Crete. My father was a experienced Xenoarcheologist and a very good combat pilot within the Brotherhood. My mother was a good pilot too and she has a big farm on Crete. That was the place where i grew up in the first years. I experienced the interesting life as archeologist as well as the hard life of a farmer. When i was 3 years old, my parents started to involve in combats for the Brotherhood again. So I was given to my grandfather Juan Rodriguez Castro. He was nice to me, I got a wolf as a pet to my birthday, he knew that I love wolves. Later he taught me to behave like a honest well-respected man at the age of four, so it wasn't always easy. I didn't have a nice childhood, i wasn't allowed to play with other children. I had to learn how to fight with the epee and the rifle. I think ma grandfather was the best warrior using the epee and teaching the handling with the epee. I started the training at the age of six. I really got better in combat however I was still a child. I could also listen to my parents when they came home and told about the combats in space. That were exciting stories, and my father told that he won all his battles. I decided to start my flight training at the age of eight. My grandfather liked the idea, so he registered me to the combat flight academy on Crete. When I was nine, I came home proud with my first badge [I counted to the best junior pilots ever flew through asteroid fields with 945k speed (in the simulator], my grandpa had to tell my, that my Father died in combat against five Outcast Dreadnoughts. This fomented my hate on the Outcasts more than ever before. My mother died one year later, in a long-term consequence of gas attack, made by the Red Hessians on Casablanca. I was very upset. Both of my parents died. I was alone with my grandpa (he was very upset too) and I knew, that he was an old man... We lived our now broken life on, until a few weeks ago, in the year 824 A.S. I am 21 years old now. A guardian talked to us on the market on Crete. He encouraged us to live again, in this time, not in the past. He told me about a possible career in the Brotherhood, he told that he knew my father. And he thought that he probably didn't want me to be sad for the rest of my life. At this point i got power again. I was definetly convinced to join the Brotherhood. Also to continue the families tradition. And now i'm here. I hope you accept me in your Ranks as a friend, as a Brother.
Revenge is not the best fuel you can use, hermano. However, your esteemed grandfather must have also told you of how low the survival rate of young pilots is, when serving as a Guardian of the Corsair People, alongside the rest of The Brotherhood. You have been ACCEPTED into The Brotherhood.
May you find that true strength, or more completely, the Vigor that you will need to live a life of service.
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~~ Comm.ID.: Vito de la Vega ~~
~~ Encryption: medium ~~
~~ Topic: Application ~~
Name: Vito de la Vega
Age: 41
Skills: PVP: 8, RP: 8...
Vito de la Vega was born somewhere in the Omicrons on a Correo freighter.
It's unknown what happened, only that his father, an experienced smuggler and a Corsair, with his crew were attacked by Outcast's.
They tried evasive maneuvers to escape but were unsuccessful.
Those were the first hours of Vito de la Vega's live.
The ship crashed at planet Cella Dor which almost killed the whole crew, including his Mother and Father.
He on the other hand managed to somehow survive.
Dimitris, a friend of his father, took him to Planet Crete and watched over him until he could do so on his own.
Dimitri had a lot of influence in the empire and his hobby was to work as an aeronautics engineer.
Everything Vito knows nowadays that is Starship related is thanks to Dimitris.
With 10 years he was able to get a job at the Triploi Shipyard and learned to fly his first fighter.
When he was 18 years old, he became self-employed and smuggled a lot, helped pirates to escape for some credit's and served the empire. A lot of "not Sairs" fear the name Vito de la Vega because he killed a lot of enemies of the great empire.
One day I met Hector Beltran in a bar on planet crete, and he asked me to join The Brotherhood!
I asked myself, but there was no doubt.
I must join The Brotherhood, for the Empire and for me!
I will fight against our enemies till my time has come to go to the other side!
Reason for joining us: I am and always will be a Sair who fights for the great Corsair Empire!
How could I do it better, than joining the brotherhood? Fight for the empire and smuggle our rare resources to our allies and friends! And protect the empire, of all hazards!
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