The Direktorat has reviewed your application and is happy to see that you have fixed your ways. Your skills will be very well used in our Hel-squadron. Consider your application accepted.
-[FULLNAME: Marcus Zimmermann -[PLACE OF BIRTH: Planet New Berlin -[DATE OF BIRTH: 800 A.S -[PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Cruiser Commander -[PREVIOUS REPUTATION: Rheinland Military
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I am Markus Zimmermann, the son of the infamous military rheinland who defected to the Core of Mueller Zimmermann. I am writing this application in the hope that I will be accepted into the unionists as one of the scum of society. Thanks to my father's past, I gave up on my future becoming a captain of a Donau-class cruiser. People treated me with suspicion knowing that I was the son of a traitor. Every day when I went out to study, I caught the condemning glances of my fellow students, I could ignore all this by focusing on getting the coveted title. When the day of the exams came, I was prepared to pass the main part as if from nowhere someone's hands were covering me from behind, after which I fell asleep. Waking up, I find myself in a cargo transport ship after shots were heard from a laser pistol after a while unionists burst into the cargo hold saying that the ship was captured. When they found me, they asked are you Marcus? Surprised, I said yes, but how do you know my name? The answer was short, Rheinland turned away from you, Marcus, but we didn't. We invite you to enlist with us, we are always happy to welcome new union members in the war against the current government of Rheinland, will you come with us, Marcus? Having analyzed the situation well, realizing that I had nowhere to go, I accepted the invitation.
The Direktorat is happy to see that you have chosen visely. The Union welcomes you with open arms. Find your way towards the Pacifica base. We'll teach you how to command a Hel-class cruiser. Consider your application accepted.
-[FULL NAME: Klara von Hirsch -[PLACE OF BIRTH: ACCESS DENIED. DIREKTOR OVERRIDE REQUIRED. INITIATE DECRYPT PROTOCOL? [Y]/N -[Planet Hamburg, but hijacked citizen metadata implies UGxhbmV0IFdlaW1hciwgVGh1cmluZ2lh 403 FORBIDDEN -[DATE OF BIRTH: November 21st, 808 AS -[PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Freelancer, Computer Science Specialist for RGS NeuSec (Neural Security) Division -[PREVIOUS REPUTATION: Civilian
-----<Biography>-----
My earliest memory? The endless winter of Hamburg. The flurries of snow that turn the world into an endless white as I look outside through the window, held in my mother's arms. Been living there as long as I can remember. And just to be clear, this scar on my face? No idea where it came from, and they won't tell me about it. My parents, I mean... They always called it a birthmark when I was a kid. As far as I know, they're both retired Rheinland officers with several accolades, and are receiving hefty pensions. We lived peacefully in the upper economical class of the planet. They encouraged me to get involved in a more passive way of life in the form of professional post secondary education. But before that, my local school hailed me as a prodigy in the arts of the mind. The mind of a machine. More than any other class, I performed the strongest in the standardized informational curriculum on computers in the beginning of my secondary school courses and I was recommended by the school board to skip ahead to the more complex computer science programs. I was about 14 when it occurred to me that I have a unique affinity for the art of code. Lines upon lines of code, all meant to and designed to operate a specific way and under set conditions. Flawlessly running itself over and over, obeying the whims of its creator at every turn. I find the nature of coding to be quite calming. Sitting in a room vacant of all but myself, my eyes glued to the endless text I will into existence. I create life within the machine. Life which can harm, just as much as it can help. Without someone like me, a machine is little more than scrap metal.
And so it was to be expected of me that I would attend university to obtain a degree on the subject. I went to the Technological Institute of Hamburg within the planetary capital sector for a four year degree majoring in computer science. However, only three out of four would be attended, considering I'm here now, talking to you. My marks were so exemplary that I was scouted by RGS before finishing my degree. I believe they pulled some strings to allow me to "graduate" early, if that makes any sense. Anyways, they brought me on board as a security analyst and assistant developer for their neural net security. I found out rather quickly about their workplace ethics and social climate. It was a rather... no, an incredibly discriminatory experience. Many upper echelon male employees were jealous of my talent and found multiple methods to restrain and slow my climbing of the corporate ladder. As it fell under the grey area of their company legal codex somehow, I was powerless to stop their sabotages of my budding career, and it came to a head not more than a month ago when I'd had enough of it and quit, but not before attempting to hack away a chunk of their private data. Long story short, it didn't go too well. There was a logic bomb in the data package that corrupted it all, rendering it worthless. In the end, Republican was not for me. I returned home with my tail between my legs, hoping for another opportunity to present itself.
That opportunity came in the form of the undercover bunch of recruiters that, bit by bit, convinced me to come to you in my time of weakness. I'd have figured the Bundschuh would have dragged me in first, but I guess your agents were quicker on the draw. They pulled the wool from my eyes. Promises of a union which values you for who you are and what you do best. Promises of a new Rheinland that respects the rights of trampled down workers such as myself. Luckily for me, my parents had trained me from a young age in the skills of space flight with an old military fighter that they were allowed to keep from before... I want to say 800 AS. I know my way around it, and yes, I know how to use those guns. On the way here, I'd already emerged just barely on top of a couple of incidents with the police because they considered it to be stolen tech. That's what you saw coming into the hangar earlier. A banged up mess of patchwork that was barely functional, but just enough to make it to you. I... borrowed it. Indefinitely. So here's hoping that you find a use for me that doesn't involve having to put up with poor wages, pitiful working environments, and misogynists. I came to terms with what your ideals must need of me to come to life a while back. I'm prepared for the sins I must commit in the name of the workers.
D.I.S.C.O.R.D. ID:You've got it already. Don't you have anything better to do?
-[FULLNAME: Gertraud Grosse -[PLACE OF BIRTH: Planet Stuttgart -[DATE OF BIRTH: 13/04/800 -[PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Escort Pilot -[PREVIOUS REPUTATION: Kruger Minerallien
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Born in Planet Stuttgart, in a farmer's family, saw military service as a way to leave the farmer life, as the only way for a poor young guy to get taught to fly was in military, then after the end of basic contract, left service with the illusion of earning a lot working for corporations.
While in service for Kruger, met some of the lowest life forms mankind could produce: hessians. Fighting those, realized that what miliitary and polizei do, is as meaningful and effective as trying to dry ice. Rheinland issues wont ever be solved without a structural change in rheinlandic society.
Just after realizing this, been helped in a Kruger convoy defense by a pair of Unioner pilots, who, after some talking after battle end, agreed to introduce me to this chanell. Then ive left my work, to try to fight for a better Rheinland, not only for me and my family, but for all rheinlanders.
-[FULLNAME: Frank Vogel -[PLACE OF BIRTH: Planet New Berlin -[DATE OF BIRTH: 802.11.22 -[PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Military Patrolman -[PREVIOUS REPUTATION: Rheinland Military
Born on Planet New Berlin to a poor family without much to their names, Frank spent the majority of his life training to enter the military and change the circumstances surrounding himself and his kin. His mother had died in childbirth and while his father did not make much money he did have many acquaintances and was owed a few favors, all of which were used to help train his son over the years.
Frank successfully entered the Rheinland Military in his early twenties and had been promoted quickly but eventually began stagnating in rank for a few years; living his days as a patrolman with a squad he became quite close with. A few months after his birthday during what seemed like an uneventful patrol, a group of suspicious ships, one freighter and four fighters with obviously spoofed identification codes, were spotted. As they declined to submit to a thorough inspection, the squad engaged them and successfully shot down two of the four escorts as well as disabling the freighter's engines.
The remaining two fighters fled into a nearby nebula and Frank, along half his squad members, followed in pursuit. Visual contact had been lost for a few minutes and long range communications were down in the area, but scanners showed the targets stopped a few Ks away. The chase eventually broke out into a clear pocket... Where the two suspects were found completed wrecked and a dozen or so ships with Marinenachrichtendienst identification were waiting. All hailing attempts were refused and both sides simply stared at each other until eventually a single text message was sent to all members: You shouldn't be here.
Before any reply could be sent, the MND fighters opened fire on Frank and his squad mates. In this massive rain of energy bolts, his friends' ships exploded violently and while his ship had taken a fair amount of damage, the explosions caused enough disturbance to give him an opportunity to flee. He flew straight towards the rest of his squad at the disabled freighter, but as soon as he left the nebula he could see a swarm of more fighters surrounding the wreck of his captain. Deciding to take his chances with the dense cloud of energy he'd just exited, he lands his ship inside an asteroid with a small hollow and turns off all systems except life support.
A week later he flies out and lands at Freeport 8, where he attempts to contact a friend in the military and is told the news of his father's murder, along with how the organization has internally disowned him to avoid cross-faction friction. He spends a number months, who even knows how many at this point, drinking himself to near death and breaking thug noses in bar fights before eventually snapping out of it while recalling his father's humble life and seeking to join the Unioners to enact both change and vengeance after an acquaintance he'd been drinking with spoke highly of them.
TLDR: MND burn his entire squad and family for flying into a classified location while chasing suspects during a patrol. He wants vengeance.
The Direktorat has reviewed your application and considered it accepted. Please make your way to Pacifica base. We can always use experienced pilots.
Herr Vogel,
judging by your assistance in our battles alone you can consider your application accepted. Please make your way to Pacifica base. Revenge is a dish best served in an Arbeiter.
-[FULLNAME: Leon Straub -[PLACE OF BIRTH: Station Mannheim -[DATE OF BIRTH: 04.07.810 A.S -[PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Scout and Escortpilot -[PREVIOUS REPUTATION: Daumann
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My name is Leon Straub i was once a happy child with my family we didnt have much food or anything else but what we had was our family .Something i learned pretty fast that living on a station is just not interesting enough to spend my whole life on a spinning plate surrounded by metal i always dreamed of flying my own ship at the age of 12 my Father died against a group of Corrupt Policeman from the Marinenachrichtendienst they wanted to know where we were but he didnt tell them so we had to go and live away from society and had to hide ourselves we slowly gained enough money for a ship my mother bought it for me that was 1.5 years ago i did escorts to gain enough money to get my mom a normal life she got a rare desease and died of it now its time that those Murderers have to pay for what this goverment has done to my family they have to be punished if nobody else does it i have to do it ive finally found a group that stands up for the right thing ...
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