As you step down from the ship that brought you this far, you turn your eyes and gaze upon it only to see large holes through the wings, leftover rocks in the admissions and exhausts, slime and cosmic dust allover the hull and you sense this is just the beginning of what is to come.You search your jacket, pocket by pocket, first for a cigarette and second for the thing.
Now, with the cigarette all light up and with the item for which you took this journey firmly clasped in your right hand you blunder in, through unfamiliar faces, too many and too busy to be distinguished, passing around people with hundreds of problems and thoughts , in the bustle and noise of the hangars on Freeport 11. You hardly make it through this place filled with goods, forklifts, junk and countless individuals, eventually reaching the outside of a bar.
Clutching the received card, you join the cool obscurity of the watering hole. What a miserable excuse for a tavern - full of smoke, smelling of rancid tobacco and cheap alcohol , and above all overflowing with people either too tired or too dubious. You sneak around the tables all the way to the back of the room . The man said is here where you can use the object in your hand. You lower your eyes, open the right fist and stare at it...
What strange character that individual, he came out of nowhere and pushed you, slipping this thing in your pocket. When he reached out to help you to get up , he whispered in your ear to go to Omicron Delta , that 's where you going to find everything you need so you can feel alive again.
.....you look at the card again. When you had entered it into the fighter's central console it gave details on how to get here, including various routes through systems on the edge of nowhere, in this godforsaken place. And all of that to seek this. You stop in front of an old console near the bar's toilet door.
What can you find here, what could possibly be so interesting here that it deserved to almost get killed. You stretch your right arm and close the card to the console's slot floundering a bit, but maybe...just maybe something is here to be worthwhile. You remember various acquaintances that made a decent living here in the fringes of the universe. You introduce the card and push the consoles controls.
DECRYPTING DATA
ACCESSING MESSAGE
Good day stranger.
No matter the reasons that pushed you to the edges of Sirius, you are here and this means just one thing - one of our Operatives observed you and deemed you worthy of a secret greater than all of us. Humanity is in danger, constant terrible danger and we are the ones to stop it, and seeing you presence here you are needed as well.
You may ask yourself if you are ready for this. Well you survived the journey, that should count for something. I am not going to lie you, it happens more often than not that possible members that are drafted out end up dead or missing on they way here. All a small loss for the greater good. Don't get all the wrong ideas now, we are not ruthless, heartless mercenaries, we do not even kill humans, normally. What we do overpasses the petty interests of humanity - we are their guardians working from the shadow at preserving the life and well-being of mankind from the dreaded Nomads. You probably are tempted to close this message by now. Well, do not, and yes, we are talking about Nomads or the Slomon K'Hara as we arrived to know them, and yes we are hunting them. Let me presume a question has already arouse in your head, and the answer is no, we are not mad, and neither are you. We do this and this is a reward itself. And for what i know my Operatives pick for the Order, you yourself are a man of action. Well we will happily get you accommodated into the ranks of Order Secondary Fleet, provided you will pas the trial.
But first thing first, prior to the trial itself, we need to make contact. Fill up the form enclosed in the message and send it using this channel. You will be contacted in the field. Once first contact is made and trial card granted, you will also receive limited access to the O'RHU DATABASE
[font=Courier][color=#CCFFCC][color=#32CD32]O'Rhu Recruitment form[/color]
[color=#32CD32]Name:[/color] *name goes here*
[color=#32CD32]Age & birthplace:[/color] *insert data here*
[color=#32CD32]Contact location:[/color] *where have you been drafted*
[color=#32CD32]Short Biography:[/color] *some data concerning your background*
[color=#32CD32]Previous occupation:[/color] *professions or jobs*
[color=#32CD32]Select any of the following:[/color]
[ ] Military Nucleus
[ ] Logistic Nucleus
[ ] Science Nucleus
[color=#32CD32]Provide details for your choices:[/color] *give details of your proficiency, studies, activity in that field*
[color=#32CD32]Combat proficiency:[/color] *you will have time to improve*
[color=#32CD32]Resourcefulness:[/color] *how well can you adapt and get out of stressful situations*
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And now to answer the second question you most likely have on your mind. Yes, we are interested in you former life, but we will ask for details once you are in the trial program. Now go to your probably damaged ship and slip the card in the navigational console. You will find there coordinates to a jump hole and clearance codes to pass any order patrol you will encounter. Once on board Meskhenet Station, an Agent will process you and you will be on your way to our organization. See you in space, hopefully
END OF MESSAGE
You remain dismayed at all of this but unconsciously your hands start filling in the form on the screen. Still you feel the urge of busting out the door of the bar and not stopping until on board of your poor old fighter, and setting course to your home. You sit upwards, take a few steps towards the door, leaving the console turned on. But what is there for you now, after you glanced through the keyhole of a new world. You shift back to the console and hit <SEND>