Chapter 1: General Pilot Information
Name: Dr.Jonathan Pryde
Gender: Male
Age:23
Height:6'2"
Weight:64 kgs
S.K.Y.P.E Frequency: narrajayanth1212
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Chapter 2: Pilot's Personality information Everybody has an origin. What is your history before you decided to join us?
well, to the details then..........the nomad war took place when I was three. at that time, my mother's brother, Marcus Walker, warned us of the nomad threat and sent me and my parents to Toledo.from there , my mother used to go undercover and bring in shipments of necessary items to toledo. at the end of the nomad war, my father joined the order , while I went to the Los angeles state school, college and then , university. I pretty happy when I got my doctorate in various sciences and 100% in xenoarcheology. So I returned to the place where Toledo was, 2 years ago, to return to my family, and serve the protectors of humanity. But it was.........gone! I just roamed and roamed about until I saw some Order ships. I told them about myself. They took me to Omicron 100, to a place named lisbon station. I was informed about.......*sob* my fathers death during the battle of toledo. hurrying to akabat, I found my mother, who was 52 now, in orbit of akabat. After the tearful reunion, I was told about the destruction of Toledo and other things. Then I decided that one way or the other, I would exterminate those squids and avenge my father and every soul who perished on Toledo. I trained under Dr.Kendra Sinclair on advanced xenosciences. I learned to pilot fighters , then freighters and then transports. I then followed the tradition of my mother, to bring supplies home........... But , biding time , an ferocious and angry beast sits in my heart, to avenge my old home , and my family of other order people, biding its time........................ Tell us something about your strenghts and weaknesses. What do you think they are?
I can pilot anything from fighter to transport into combat and survive to tell the tale. also , i am a very good reconnoiter.
But I have no capital ship experience, and can also become very angry at the squids sometimes.. In what way do you think you can serve 141|?
Xenosciences, medical sciences are my specialities , but I can pilot a onuris, nephthys , bastet or sekhmet very well too.........
Malone was sleeping at the helm of his Albatross, while the old transport flew on autopilot across the harsh environment of Omega 41. The veteran pilot was yet on another supply run to the omicrons. Again. Those flights were boring 99% of the time... And the other 1% were sheer terror, when you had the bad luck to come across a nomad patrol, for an instance. Too rare of an occurance to keep Malone awake, though. He had fall asleep at the controls while watching some old holovid movie on his comm terminal. All the screen was receiving now was static. From time to time some random noises could be heard on the speakers, the radiation on the system playing with the delicate communication equipment.
"... Ar*zzz* you *zzz*are?"
Malone wakes up in a jump, almost falling from his chair. "What?!? Who's there??" No one was in the cabin with him.
He looks around, intriged. The old pilot is sure he heard someone's voice in his cabin. But the sensors showed no other lifeform aboard the ship, and the comm screen was blank, static only in the audio. He checks the scanners, no other ship around, makes sure he is in the right flight path, making the little necessary corrections.
"Well... I must've been dreaming. Hmmm... A few hours of flight, still... I think I'm gonna resume that nap then..."
Malone slides down a little on his chair, crosses his arms over his belly, head hanging down... He was almost asleep again when the comm speakers started making little crack noises again. Opening just one eye, Malone looks at the screen. Still blank. "Radiation..." he thinks, closing his eye trying to sleep again. "I'm too paranoid... always... this... sta... hmmm..." He is almost fading out of conscience when the speakers start cracking again...
"We are waiting for you...Are you aware?"
"What the hell?!?" In a fraction of a second Malone is standing up, his sidearm on his hand, pointing it around across the cockpit. "Who... Hmmm..." He looks at the comm screen. "I heard it, I was not dreaming this time. It came from the comms terminal." He sits down again. "Let me scan the frequencies spectrum... Hmm... There! The signal is very faint, but its there... Comes from an undetermined location in the deep omicrons... Curious..."
Malone stays silent for a while. Thinking. He decides to try contact whoever was sending that, his curiosity was too high now. Tracing back the signal he finds out a comm channel in standing by. Trying to access it executes a pre-recorded message.
Quote:
Greetings to you, who ever you are.
You have found a channel within the neural net that is not known to the public and
more then a few people who know of it would like the channel to be closed. This means you have shown competence.
It also means you are willing to join the Order, fight for humanity and protect it against the ever present nomad threat.
If you are not, terminate the connection now, for once going on, there will be no return for you...
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Malone's curiosity wins, and he keeps watching the recording. Order... One Four One... He knew the Order, of course, and had seen several times the ships bearing the marks '141|'... But he thought they were just another squadron, now this communiqué had given him the impression that they operated in an autonomous way, almost entirely independent from the Order's main branch. Interesting. Not having to answer to Admiral Trigger-Happy was a good thing. Malone found a hidden link to another channel, with more detailed info about One Four One. It was interesting to get to know a little more about their origin and their story...
"Objective reached..." said the Nav Computer. The ship was finally at the Omicron Theta jumphole. Malone executed the jump and continued his flight. But that One Four One communication was constantly in his mind. After some consideration, he decides to open the same frequency again and send a message...
From: Andrew Malone Ship ID: Running.Low Location: Omicron Theta
Message Begins:
Greetings to whoever gets this. My name is Malone, I got by chance your looping transmission on this channel and accessed the information you left here for someone to get. And you got me intrigued...
Well, lets cut to the chase, shall we? I'm an old transport and escort pilot and I am too tired of this sh-*static*. Might do something useful for once. I'm sending on that form you provide...
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Chapter 1: General Pilot Information
Name: Andrew Malone
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Height: 191 cm
Weight: 93 Kg
S.K.Y.P.E Frequency: (// you have it)
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Chapter 2: Pilot's Personality information Everybody has an origin. What is your history before you decided to join us?
Well, long history short: I came to Sirius from Crayter with the rest of the Colonials around 801 AS. We settled nicely in the Taus, I was a transport pilot. Then the gauls came. I was not in the military, but of course I was involved in the evacuation mission when we had to flee 44. My ship was destroyed, I lost all I had. I woke up in the medbay at Java, but I couldn't be back to the Fleet anymore. The Colonials changed much after that. After almost being exterminated twice I was happy to be reunited with the rest of mankind. The war against Gallia had no meaning for me. I moved to Freeport 10 and tried my luck as a Freelancer. I have been flying transports for the last 20 years, be it with the Colonials or as a freelancer. Twenty years is enough for anything.
Tell us something about your strenghts and weaknesses. What do you think they are?
Well, I'm a very tactical pilot, I've been flying around the border worlds for all this time without being killed, it must mean something. Experienced in transport piloting, of course, but also in escorting and scouting. I can defend myself as well as a transport I'll be escorting, but I never was a fighter ace. I think that in the down side then its the fact that I'm not the best dogfighter, only regular, but I can be useful in a group fight.
In what way do you think you can serve 141|?
Well, I like the outer systems. And after years flying around the same routes fleeing pirates and nomads and seeing ships wreckage and death everytime, enough is enough. I figured I could put my experience to good use for once. I know enough of avoiding and defending against nomads to help my poor fellow traders out there, and you guys can teach me how to go on the offensive against them when needed.
If you guys will have me, that is...
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Well, I'm on my way to Freeport Eleven now. I think its inside your area of operations. Should be easy enough to find me if you want to.
After careful deliberations, the High Command of Task Force One Four One has reached an unanimous decision concerning your application.
We believe you embody skills and capabilities that are of a convenience to the Task Force's interests and objectives, therefore, you are...
Accepted.
You shall be briefed through your neural net about the more meticulous details regarding your assignments, until then, present yourself to Planet Akabat and get disposed with the appropriate equipment, data, briefings and dormitory.
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