Elder Gonzales comes rushing into the Recruitment Office
Armed with a old earth double berrel shotgun and 3 Brotherhood foot soldiers armed with rifles
"Where is this Outcast scumbag?" - Gonzales
"He went out the door sir before I got the chance to alert the guards" - Receptionist
"Lets Go boys, hopefully we can snag him before he gets off world."
HOLA! My name is John Stalvern. Yeah I know, doesn't look Corsair-ish and all that, disregard it, it's just my name. No I won't tell you why and who my dad was. Although he always said I will be killed by demons if I go out to the space-ships... whatever. Oh there's no Cernel Joson in your ranks, right? That sucker didn't listen to my warnings and then it was too late... far too late for now anyway.
WHATEVER, let's move on. I'm twenty-fve years of age. I'm an expert chef. No really, my mother taught me all her secret recipes that got passed down from her mother who in turn got it from her mother again and then from my grand-grand-grandmother. Seriously.
Then again that's not really relevant that much, isn't it? Oh well whatever, I can also RIP AND TEAR YO... people's guts. Other people's guts. Ever since I got my hands on a cache of BigMAX'¢ BerserkerPacks from that Lord Kapinos dude and bought my trusty, my beloved, my wonderful, my gorgeous, my... precioussssss... Beavertooth'¢ Chainsaw, I started getting into the ripping and tearing game. It's fun. Keeps me from getting caught up in baking more pies.
Mmmh, I love the smell of fresh Hessian Pie in the mo... err, nevermind. I'm not a cannibal. I swear. I'm not. Seriously.
But anyway what other skills do I have? Well! I got the POWER OF GRAYSK... wait no, wrong line. Oh right, I'm totally good at driving. No really, especially space-ships. I had to do the driving test twenty times, that's how good I am. I mean they wouldn't let me do it twenty times if I wasn't good at driving, right? RIGHT?
BUT LET'S CARRY ON.
You see, I am broke. Really broke. Super-broke. I'm also real bad. Superbad. I'm a twelve-point-oh on a ten-point-oh scale of badness. But more than that, I'm broke. And being broke is no fun. Can't afford one of those sexy, sexy... err wha'd you call the bigger thing with the horns? Lolfect? Impregnator? No wait that was the small one... Legate? Naw that's the big one... must be the Lolfect. ANYWAY I'd like to drive one because you know I'm a good driver. But broke. Oh and I got the chainsaw, can cook, and am superbad.
Wait I mentioned that all already didn't I? Okay right, let me think... crap I guess I have to tell you my history afterall.
Let me do it with a song someone wrote about me in a mirror dimension that only exists in my head!
Oh. Right. The demon part never happened. I swear I'm not a demon. Not a zombie either. Totally. I did have a Plasma Rifle long ago though. Oh how I remember that gun. The gun. My gun. It was a Callahan full-bore auto-lock. Customized trigger, double cartridge thorough gauge. It was my very favorite gun. This was the best gun made by man. I called her Vera.
Oh dear, how I miss her... but yeah, I know I'm getting all sentimental here. Oh no and my second name is not Jayne.
Anything else? Wait no, I don't think... er... yeah. I'm sure... yeah I totally am. So uh what do you guys say here now? Viva La Revolucion? Hessen über alles? Err... wait no, sorry, Viva los Corsairs? Right guys?
(Werss comes into the Recruitment office in a horrible moody!) "Pedro come here immediately" he said.
Pedro says: "I am here at your service honorable Centurion Werss" "What we have here Pedro"(Werss looking at some papers in disbelief that this could be an application) "One pilot .. hmm how to express this ahmm delivered today... so I thought ..." "Shut up Pedro,please shut up
Today, I'm not really in the mood to read such...foolishness like this
Please burn this garbage and I no longer want to see something like this on my desk"
***Incoming Transmission***
Comm ID: Werss To: John Stalvern (...gently speaking...) Location: Mindelo Base
John what...John Stalvern,what the hell is this?!
Listen to me gringo, this is the worst...aahh...I've seen!
You are "expert chef", what?!
I'll tell you something,you are nothing...
How dare you send us something like this,we are not a funny organization or company!?
You are a deranged person "pilot" who was obviously mistake a location
Try to find a mental hospital and send them this the same as you sent us and they will probably accept you (good luck)
***Transmission end***
Pedro you there... give me that bottle, I... tengo poco para calmar (huh)
Combat Related:
- Bomber Pilot
- Cruiser commanding
- Battleship class Commanding
- Orbital and land assault
-- Asymetric Warfare
- Small Arms
- Artillery
Interest in the brother:
For sometimes now, i get along with some member of the brotherhood and being independant limit what i can do for the empire. Also got Sponsored by Baila Morena.
Biography:
I was born and raised on Crete. The patriach of my Family, Emilo Rodriguez was Also Crete Born and raised. My Mother, Alicia Martinez is also Crete born. I, hereby, see myself as a true Corsairs. My youth was hard; soon i learned to walk i was trained to act, thing and do everything as a soldier. I was thought that empire needed men who know their place and in time of strive can always be ready. The Rodriguez motto always been Acta Non Verba and is still is. After many years of harsh training in all aspect of land combats, weapons and asymetric warfare, i started to work in the Rodriguez ship bay and learning everything that was needed to repair ship if i ever get caught in the middle of nowhere. For my 14th birthday, my dad offered me a M5 Decurion and gave me lessons how to fly and after a month of intensive work i was sent in Malvada Cloud for the old trial. All i knew about the trial was: i would come back in victory or never come back and a transponder would log all my actions. I had to fight for my way thru nomad ships. I managed to kill 1 maybe 2 but my ship got badly damaged but i didnt wanted to quit. Out from nowhere, the patriarch Cruiser Showed up and destroyed the remaining nomads. I knew i did it and i returned to Crete and got my wings. The following years i served as a bomber flight captain patrolling mainly kappa and delta. On my last patrol before being sent on the familia cruiser to server has second in command, my unit received a distress call from Kappa and we rushed in the sector, hoping to save ours hermanos. Unfortunatly we got ambushed by what it seem nomads cruisers. We managed to destroy 2 out of 5 but my wings was getting butchered so i called retreat. My goal was to save the most men i could. During the retreat, my praetorian got hit bad and a flying chuck of metal hit my face and left me with a Scar. For me, this scar is a reminder of the reasons i fight and will fight for, its the proof that, sometime in my life, i stood up for something. I almost lost all my men that day but i've lost something that i could never forgive me; i lost the one i love, me amore, the only woman that i ever loved. Amanda Garcias was not only my XO but also my beloved wife. Its been years and i still feel the pain
*leaving the room few minutes looking sad and shaken*
*Enter the room and look he got hang on himself*
For few years, i served as the XO on the praefect cruiser that was named the Guerilla back then. I knew that i was called to someday, be the captain and i did everything and learned everything needed. At the age of 28 i became the captain of the cruise which i renamed the Martillo. Few months after i got promoted, i've learned that my father got captured by the Bretonian scums and i decided to free him. Me and few old friends of my old squad managed to free him. He was in such bad shape we feared he didnt make it back to Crete but he did. Unfortunatly for him, he felt in disgrace cause some rumor said the gave informations about the empire to the Bretonians. For his service in the past, his life was spared but he was assigned to home, lost his rank and had to quit the patriarch role. I was now in charge and its this moment that i learned that an Osiris Class Battleship was ordered at Rhodes Shipyard in the name of the Rodriguez family. Two years later the Belicista was comissionned and armed and since serving under my command, in Gamma and all systems that belong the empire. For months, i try to keep away from the major familia but now, with the wars and threat to the empire, eveybody must choose a side and my side is with those who got the same goals; the protection of the empire from our enemies even from those within. And also having someone to watch your back is never a bad thing.
That about what i had to say about me. *scratch his head* anything else you want to know? *look at the officer pointing his blaster* Yes this is a blaster and no i never get out without it *laugh* Always be ready
*get up* well it its all you wanted to know im leaving, my men, my friends, my brothers are celebrating and i'm planing to get my share of rum *smile*
Skills:
- Transport, Light fighter and Heavy fighter mechanic.
- Stock Market, Market and goods Analyst.
- Proficient in the art of guerrilla warfare and tactics on land, hoping to put that knowledge to use in space battles.
Interest in the Brotherhood:
To re-join my long lost family, the Corsairs. Will be explained in my biography and to exact payment for things done to my immediate family long past.
Biography:
I was born on planet Crete in 793 A.S. My mother was a homely woman, supporting my father and I with everything she had. When my farther would come home from patrol, my mother would always be waiting for him with open arms. My father was a Corsair fighter pilot since the age of 16 when he completed the rite of passage. Being one of the best pilots in space at the time, he quickly grew in stature and rank. That made him a target.
The invasion of the Nomads in 800 A.S. brought lots of heartache to the Corsairs and my family. I always say my father was killed the day when he was infected by the Nomads. I however was not so lucky to see him die that day. Instead I had to experience the repugnance of the Nomad creature in my father’s body. I watched in horror as the creatures blue tentacles ripped thru his jaw, tearing the flesh apart, blood splattering on the floor and the wails of terror my mom was screaming as it reverberated and echoed off of the walls of our home. Having nothing else to do except protect my only family left, my mother, I raced to my dad’s bedside drawer and ripped the blaster from its hinges. The sound of the gunshot and the lament of the nomad creature dying inside my farther will be with me for the rest of my life. I was glad my farther taught me from a young age how to use a blaster, if not I would have lost my mother too.
Having no one to care for us, my mother joined one of the smugglers on their trade route to Liberty Pennsylvania with me in tow. She always saw too much in those posters. The promises. The freedom that is Liberty. The system of opportunity. Alas, when all things came to reality, we were working like common slaves for a rich family. Barely making enough to feed ourselves. Just another misconception Liberty likes to keep off the record. Bound to serve our masters, we toiled. My mother working in the house of our masters, myself, slaving away in the market and landing docks. I learnt later that these Liberty masters were of Outcast descent. I then knew why we were being treated as such. As of Corsair descent, many people believed me to be illiterate. Quite the opposite in fact thanks to my mother, who forced me to study and learn life. I adhered. I chose to stay silent, observing, absorbing our masters every move and action. Being “illiterate” was a blessing in disguise as they never saw me coming. I learned as much as I could to get back at life; Ship repairs, Trading knowledge, listening in on conversations, looking at portfolios, markets and stocks.
My mother’s death was the final nail in the coffin. Her death could have been avoided if our “masters” spent a bit of credits to help her fight the common cold. With nothing left to lose I vowed to get back. Get back at the Nomads and back at the Liberty mind control agenda as well as the tyranny that is the Outcasts. Having access to the docks as one of the apprentice mechanics, I was around a lot of ships. Big and small. Being 24 and headstrong with a cool and calculated logical mind also has its advantages. The night I snuck out noone knew. A small Starflier was to be refueled for the next morning. The pilot must have thought it could never happen to him. He died peacefully in his sleep as I slit his throat ear to ear in the cockpit of his own ship. Having one $10k Credit card in his pocket, I knew this was just the break I had been looking for. One quick refuel and one docking ring toll fee with registration for a new pilot brought me down to 5440 credits. I dubbed myself the call sign “Wip3out”. Wiping out my 3 enemies is my goal. The Nomads, Liberty and Outcasts. It was done. I was free. To get back at my number one enemy, the Nomads, which started it all, I knew what had to be done. I started looking… looking for my homeland, my people. The Corsairs.
Here I am. I am ready to be inducted into the ranks of my family, if you so wish. I will serve The Brotherhood with courage, honour and fierce loyalty.
>>End of File<<
>>Transnote from LSF<< This message was sent from Liberty Space. Pilot is believed to be making headway to the Omicron Sectors. Persuit with caution. >>End Transnote<<
Buen dia elders, my name is Ricardo and I am a well know GB pilot inside the empire, I can say I have some skills using the Imperator and I will like to join The Brotherhood.
Here is my story:
Ricardo was born in a small family of corsairs that at the age of 15 will start working with his father.
He was a talented mechanic, his father gave him his old Titan when he was 19. He started doing mission for the Empire and serving like a Corsair pilot in space. When he was 20 he bought his first GB and he stared developing many skills with his old friend Jorge that he also Had a GB.
after some time Ricardo decided to make a GB team with the most skilled pilots of the Empir. The GB wing was named =CSF= ' Corsair Strike Force'. He started training many GB pilots so they can join this gb team, but after some time many of this pilots started dying after some fights.
Ricardo and some other =CSF= members decided to close the GB team and only serve again like a normal corsair. After some time a new group ECG invited Ricardo to join the team and the admiral of ECG offer him to be the GB general of this new group. Ricardo started training many GB pilots and defending Crete form Hessian and Outcast invasions. He was named Admiral of Gb wing after some time.
Now I want to join The Brotherhood, Alberto told me that you are looking for experienced Pilots and I can confirm that I'm one of the pilots you are looking for.
(...Werss enters furiously to recruitment office and shouting... conversation started... ) "Pedro, where is my key?"
"Here, my brave Centurion Werss."
"Ok, thank you I thought I lost them somewhere. Well...news,anything?"
"We received something from Liberty, I think the new regrutant. "
"Ok...wait ...what did you say ... from Liberty, a Liberty... Pedro are you drunk again."
"Sorry Werss see it by yourself if you don't believe me."
"Well, I have to see it!"
(...Werss in the confusion about the application and can't believe his eyes that it comes from Liberty space...) "Well, Pedro, this is a joke again, nvm, lets see..."
***Incoming Transmission***
Comm ID: Werss Location: Mindelo Base To: Wip3out
We refer our condolences for your father who died due to infection.
First of all... we don't need traders or mechanics, we need a honorable warriors
who kept their people and to be honest and courageous fighters.
We need experienced 'manos who can manage in every aspect of life.
We have mechanics already over our head and we don't know what to do with some of them anyway.
Second... we don't know about your father, because you haven't written his name, but we very much doubt
he was such a strong fighter with his 16 years of life, and that deserves some recognition already.
This story is unknown to us, sorry!
Third... you and your mother have left the Corsairs, it's not honorable and it's not our mentality.
True Corsair remain to his people in good and bad and he fighting for his place.
Corsairs aren't cowards to leave their place under any circumstances.
Fourth... we don't know how you are get into the Liberty space, we don't even know what's your real name
we don't know the name of your mother. We actually don't know whether you're Corsair at all?!
Corsair name is not "built" of trophies such as in your case, but the "building" of trust and honor as truly Corsairs do.
Fifth... you have no money, well neither do we, we have only for our people which are in *Corsair space*
which are constantly struggling for life,food and care about their families
as well as loyalty and honor in the name of the same.
Sixth... you don't belong to the people of Corsairs, because you have left "your" nation...(we call it a Traitor)
have gone to Pennsylvania which is unknown to us, to work for them and not for us, we don't know whether you are infected.
We don't care, we want you to stay there and stay away of our people in order to avoid accidental
of some diseases and we don't need such things at least.
And finally...Your application is denied due to the above mentioned.
Stay a trader or mechanic somewhere far far away from our eyes... Adios!
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