It was probably afternoon, a few days after Ernesto contacted Pepe Ladron himself about repairing his Titan - a gifted, customized ship on its own. On the horizon, one of the Corsair scouts spotted smoke, moving smoke which vaguely revealed a battle-scarred Titan lacking a wing - quite a rare sight judging by how cursed are Cretan engineers for creating such a resistant vessel. A voice instantly popped up on the local communications which were highly glitched, as if the systems aboard the ship were damaged too, not just its appearance.
"Abra las bahías de acoplamiento ahora mismo!" - was one of the comprehensible sentences Battleship Fes and the Corsair scouts understood...along with the constant cursing until the smoking Titan entered the range of 3 kilometers from Fes...
The Titan landed as calmly as possible (Despite the burning engines and fuel leakage making a pretty scary combo) on docking bay 2, where the pilot - none other than Ernesto Aguado himself - jumped out of the ship by cracking the glass open first. With an extinguisher in his right hand and sealing foam spray on the other, he lunged for the engines first to put down the fire, then the leaking fuel which he sealed with the foam. After 20 minutes of struggle, swearing and inhaling "fresh" Deuterium somehow, Ernesto sighed in relief as his ship was now safe from exploding or breaking down.
"Ay caramba...note to self, never fly more than two systems when your ship is pissing out its life force. - said Ernesto, still breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.
Shortly after, Ernesto got up and left his ship (or whatever's left of it) to look for the "First Officer" El Comisario told him about regarding the recruitment procedure. Thirteen more minutes spent into searching for a person he has never met wasted, the First Officer found his way to him instead of from which point he was directed to the recruitment office aboard Battleship Fes. Without being told anything, Ernesto was given a paper with several fields to complete, nothing else. He sighs briefly.
You got this, hermano...its just like getting a random job on Crete. Except that you will probably fight communists in process. - he says while reading the 18 words telling him what to write down and walking back to his Titan.
Leaned against his ship and with the board in his hand, Ernesto starts writing down in the most generous writing possible.
The Recruitment Form
Name: Ernesto Aguado
Age: 33 Years
Your Skills: Combat Pilot for 15 years, Engineer for 18 years.
Reason of joining: An answer to personal devotion towards the Corsair Empire; Direct assistance towards the Empire's struggle within Omega-47 as told by El Comisario.
Your Biography: I grew up as a pure-blooded Cretan born nowhere else but Planet Crete itself. I've had no noticeable activities until the age of 18 - when I fell in love with a freshly gifted Titan, a ship that I fly to this day. I had my own dreams at that time. My first mission was escorting a convoy from Leon in Omega-41; a fresh stack of cash - couldn't get rid of the satisfaction. So I eventually left as I saw that the Empire suffered more and more over time in my point of view. I never intended to leave permanently, though. I was gone for several years trying to find a new source of income for the Empire and gain a buck or two along the way posing as a Freelancer - didn't work out, at all. I was left stuck around Omega-3 doing the usual piracy. Never got caught or shot down by the Bretonian Forces or the Rheinlanders. Hell, I didn't even get to see them until they struck my ship constantly. I got tired in the end...2 hours was too much for me as I got lazy over time. They ripped one of my wings off, and that's that. Until then I also took any escort, bounty or recon contracts I could find on Freeport 1 to maintain my ship in one piece.
S.K.Y.P.E Protocol: Gone, lost to the void. D.I.S.C.O.R.D Protocol: Goliath#5046
Back at Battleship Fes, Omega-47 System
Ernesto sighted of relief - it was finally over. Writing an application must've been really hard. He walks back to the recruitment office and hands over the filled application, then returns to his Titan to handle some basic maintenance.