Borderworld Exports Recruitment Terminal (iRP)

[Thunderer]

-= Incoming Transmission =-

-=X Very High Encryption (especially high for the APM)X=-

Priority: Very High
To: Bowex Recruitment Terminal
From: William Richard Hall
Location: APM-Taurus (actually, now only Taurus), his Shire
Subject: Applying for a Hopefully Profitable Job

*A heavy man with an imposing beard, and an even bigger belly, appears on the screen. Actually, only his beard an belly are visible, but when he (clumsily) gets further, his face enters the cadre*

Hellew, chaps! Ah, the stench of Bretonia! I'm home, finaly! Oh, and yes, stench, not aroma. But it's one of those stenches which stink less... Actually, this stinks quite intensely, but... oh, never mind. It's important that I'm home. Anyways, that probably doesn't matter to you. However, the fact that I'm here to apply for a job in your firm certainly matters, right? Oh, bloody hell, let's just come to the point.

Borderworld Exports Application Form

[font=Verdana]1) What is your full name?
-William Richard Hall.

2) Where was your last place of employment? What experience do you have?
-Until today, which is the day when I resigned, I was employed by AP Manufacturing, a Bounty Hunter shipping corporation which supplies their bases, ship construction, and other needs. In the APM, I got quite some experience, at least in flying my Shire trough the lanes, and blowing up everything what disrupts them.

3) In which division are you applying?
-Shipping Division. *William takes a coin out of his pocket and flips it. Actually, it isn't a coin, but it's the only thing in his pocket*

4) Why are you interested in working for Borderworld Exports?
-Did you hear for Charles Richard Hall? He's my brother, the captain of BRF|HMS-Thunderer, and he's also richer than me. The old goat doesn't even have a transport, and he's already many times wealthier than me! An owner of a Shire! Oh, and please, don't tell him this: I am in a debt. A huge debt.

5) You happen across a Gateway convoy that is under attack by Red Hessians. What do you do and why?
-The Hessians are too pathetic to attack us and Gateway sucks. It would be a good idea to leave Gateway to suck, while my cargo reaches it's destination. For a difference *tries to find something Gateway-ish he can look at*.

6) You encounter a corporate trader of Gallic origin. It croaks mockingly at you. What do you do and why?
-I'd try to croak back. If that doesn't work, I'll know I need some more time to spend listening to the sounds at the nearest river. After that, I'd try to speak to it in Sirian. If it still croaks so mockingly - well, there is a reason why the Shire has twelve turrets!

7) How do you feel about Glaswegian badgers?
-What the devil is that?! However, it does wake some wish of banishing something into nether-realms in me, I must admit.

Sincerely Yours, William Richard Hall.
<div align="right]Cheers!

-= Signal Lost =-