Full Name: Baldo Reyes
Age 27
Your skills: Bomber pilot, good at blowing stuff up. Also drinking, lots and lots of tequila.
Reason why you chose us: The Brotherhood is a very impressive group, I want to be a part of it.
Your biography (at least 10 lines): An energetic young man in his early 20s, Baldo was raised in a remote settlement on Crete. Although he never knew his parents, he always longed for the feeling of belonging. Growing up, he spent his time working for the orphanages and the schools as a young apprentice to keep himself alive and going until he was ready to embark on his own journey. Aged 19, he bought a cheap space faring vessel and found part of his journey complete in the stars. He spent what time he could learning the ways of space. An accident not long ago left him scarred as his vessel was torn asunder by a Red Hessian in the Omega 5 system. The only saving grace, a member of the Brotherhood saving him that fateful day. Now, keen to repay the favour, Baldo now finds his way towards the recruiting office of the Brotherhood.
S.K.Y.P.E. & D.I.S.C.O.R.D. Protocol: You have it.
Sender: Salazar da Palma Oliveira | Recipient: Baldo Reyes | Encripted: Si
TBH application
Senor Reyes... *nods*
Your application is ACCEPTED. Head on to Battleship Prox, por favor. There you will be registered, tested and re-trained if needed. Surviving dueling RHA pilot in "el cheap vessel" with no elite TBH training makes Elders expect a lot from you. One Brother will keep his good eye on you and report about your progress.e
Also, don't buy vessels any more, por favor. Simply steal one like everybody else here. Hasta la vista, hermano.
Muchos gracias,
Salazar da Palma Oliveira
El Portavoz del CoE
Reason why you chose us: You are the guardians protecting our homeland, and for victory or death with honour I have an intense need to do the same.
Your biography (at least 10 lines): Hola amigos. My full name is Luciano Tenorio and I was born on Planet Crete, 4th of June 805 A.S. I'm not satisfied to say that from my childhood I don't remember much, there are a few symbols that gave me stenght that I presently have. Symbols are notorious to offer individuals strength and motivate them do stuff that are enormous and noticeable. I grew up with my honourable parents who were taking enormous care of me, attempting to make me a warrior our people always need.
One of the most relevant symbols of my is my father, that is one of our scientists operating on Planet Crete. He would often tell me events that are happening around our homeland, expressing how strong of a people we are. Constant justice we are fighting for and spilling blood for, is that symbol what has made out of our people, to be strong. They say nice-speech is the way to communicate, but I doubt we can treat such animals nicely, even telling they are animals is an offense to such. My father Julio would find some time to spend with me, and we all know how childhood is an important element, not to mention rest of the life before taking big steps. Therefore, every success needs its own base, from which things beging to develop. Gracias to him for making me of what I am willing to do now. Scientist work requires a lot of time, not to mention how difficult it is to find the free time you need.
After finishing flight academy on our beautiful Planet of Crete, I took my first important "steps" in space. Often patrolling in our home system Omicron Gamma and even having numerous opportunities to prove myself by disabling some hostiles that appear out of nowhere. I would mostly be successfuly in such, and end up executing threats that we must get rid of with honour. As such, I heard how brave the Brotherhood is, numerous times. My father Julio was the first one to let me know of such brave and successful guardians of our homeland. I am willing to put my vanity on edge in combats, and prove myself as a worthy pilot, who is ready to sacrifice his life in order to defend his homeland that has made him of what he is now. Muchos Gracias.
It is time to make your father proud.
Join us on Battleship Prox where we have gathered for a feast.
With a belly full of nomnochaddos and Chango cerveza you will feel invincible in your new ship!
Or perhaps... slightly sick but that is the right state of mind for la lucha!
Reason why you chose us: I want to learn from you the best of the best and continue to fear the enemies
Your biography (at least 10 lines): Hola amigos. My full name is Don El Pacho and I was born on Syros Shipyard, 21 Juli 805 A.S.I have been educated to be a warrior since my 9th year, I always had to go out into free space with my dad so I learn to fight and to get to know space. At the age of 13 I got my first light fighter and had to start to get along alone. At the age of 16 I would have been shot down by bounty hunters. My father would not have saved me and unfortunately he himself died. This day, I vowed to take vengeance and became a Dreadnought Commander, fighting for our own rights and our freedom.
D.I.S.C.O.R.D. Protocol: alex /kenji /[AH]Lionhaze#6535
Your skills:
- Removing any quantity of food present on a table with efficiency that everyone would envy about.
- Has 750 hours spent in desperation to enter inside the small Ladron's retro TITAN -combat simulator machine.
- Has 350 hours spent inside the Ladron's retro TITAN - combat simulator machine.
- Has 200 hours trying to break out from the Ladron's retro TITAN - combat simulator machine.
- Over 500 hours playing the video game "The Return of the IMPERATOR Gunboat".
- Several failed attempts to pirate a group of Clydesdales during a tutorial exam "How to Pirate In Dublin" in the school of Crete.
- Successfully managing to crush first all the pinatas on several parties without killing anyone during the initial charge of the competitions.
- Eating all candies from these pinatas without allowing anyone in the parties to even touch a single lolipop or a bonbon.
Reason why you chose us:
- Tired to sit in her cave in the distant desert of Crete all alone.
- Looking for her father.
- Mucho Macho Ladron's Family Reasons.
- Children must learn from their dads how to continue the family business even if it's not what you've dreamed to do.
Your biography (at least 10 lines):
Long ago in the distant, unknown, unexplored and who knows what else deserts of planet Crete, hidden from the eyes of the local people was located a small cave in the middle of nowhere. The first man to step on this unholy ground was Columbus...wait that's another story...The first man to stomp his foot at the sands of this forsaken desert was mucho macho El Comisario Pepe Ladron. The reason for his sudden arrival was natural need...to reduce the steam or simply put - he had to pee and else. He believed here in this mysterious place - nobody would see his macho behind-ero. He never could realize how wrong he actually was to even believe that.
The small cave was not abandoned as he first thought. It was a magic cave. Deep underground before hundreds of years the ancient creators of Sirius Sector had stored countless of artifacts which could bring a lot of credits to those lucky enough to discover, transport and sell them to a crazy collector, an evil scientist or just to planet Manhattan because of the Best Sell Prices. But that was not all. That small cave was the "home" of an outcast...no...not those from Malta but simply put an "outcast" - like a homeless-man. Or a homeless-woman...
Mucho Macho Ladron-ero parked outside the cave his mighty damaged and paint scratched Titan (do not be fooled of the name of the ship. It is actually quite a small vessel. Nobody knows what the ship would like to compensate with its strange name and hopefully nobody would ever know) He jumped off the cockpit at the sands, resulting in a massive earthquake which shock waves could be seen from space. After the sand in the air found its place back on the ground it was smashed by the machos feet, as he was moving swiftly, as quickly as he could, in the direction of the cave. Mother Nature was pressing him on...he was growing a tail.
Sadly, the shock waves - signaling for his sudden arrival - have awakened the "beast" of the small cave. It was Her...the never satisfied nymphomaniac...Lily. She knew no light for the sun was too bright and outside was too hot for her liking. Instead she preferred to remain deep underground and await her preys like a spider in a web. The deeper the cave...the longer to get out. The more time her victims would have to please her twisted desires before they are set free - one way or another - to see the sun once again.
Unsuspecting of what terrors would await him, Ladron kept running as faster as his legs would allow him. Even though he parked outside the cave's entrance - it took him several minutes to get inside the cave. But he did not stop there for Mother Nature did not stop to harshly press on with her desire to see him embarrassed with dirty tainted pants. Ladron could hear her thoughts..."What was your breakfast Macho? And the lunch? And the dinner? I want to see them now!" Running like that he managed to go deeper in the cave's tunnel. There he found the perfect spot to honor his behind-ero dire need of rest. And so he began.
In this time, in one of the dark corners of the cave, right in front of him - SHE was standing still like a huge piece of rock - a nice camouflage - superior to most cloaking devices even the Nomads would envy her subtlety skills. Lily was observing the hot macho in his not so hot dire situation. She was amazed how cool he was and as a typical nymphomaniac - she did not pick her victims at all - whatever Mother Nature brings - she takes with open arms and desires. As a skillful assassin she began to move slowly until the bare light inside the tunnel could reveal her greatness and sex-appeal.
Mucho Macho Ladron was shocked of this sudden view that was clouded by the presence of the massive woman. It was too late for him and due to forum limitations and language I would simply stop here without going in details about the horrors and twisted desires the poor macho had to overcome in order to receive his freedom back. A minute of silence for our destroyed brother...
Barely able to move Pepe Ladron was crawling like a worm for hours until he could reach his rusty Titan, parked outside The Cave of Horrors. He had no strength to climb back to the ship's cockpit but the memories of what he had endured suddenly provided him with the adrenaline to perform a jump right on top of his Titan seat. Without a moment of hesitation he fired the engines of the ship and flew away. "Never again...Never again! I will NEVER again miss the chance to use the public toilet! I will pay the old grannies asking me for money to pee or whatnot...but I will NEVER AGAIN go to this forsaken desert or any deserts in this case to perform natural needs!"
These three days of love - as Lily used to call them or the three days of terror - as Pepe used to call them - provided both of them, without macho knowing it - with a child. Ten months after the holy trio - Lily gave birth to a baby girl, which she named Pita.
Lily and her daughter Pita were digging underground, below the Cave of Horors, for some artifacts. During the years the small cave made a name as a place for super rare alien fosils and artifacts. Several black market smugglers knew about that and were constantly returning for more cargo. They enslaved Lily and Pita and forced them to work constantly. Due to their strength and massive size they were able to both dig a new tunnel, form it nicely and roundly, and to consume the sacred artifacts inside them by swallowing them. Later to spill them out, cleanse them and gave them away to the smugglers for free. Lily was hoping the super macho hero of her stories - the love of her life to return and save her from this misery...but mucho macho never came back. They were all alone. If we don't count the thousands of the artifacts of course.
One day the smugglers did not return. Two days they did not return. It happens to be a week....then a month. Were they really gone? Dead maybe? Maybe.
Lily was tired of all these years of work. She wanted to do something else so she started to make portraits of her love - the angel that never came back. The portraits were like an icon to pray in front of them. She made dozens of them all representing her small macho cutie little conejo - she used to call him like that during their spent time (the unholy trio days).
Several months later out of sadness she died leaving Pita alone with nothing else than a simple note packed properly in a small chest. Before she hit the bell she gave Pita the key for this chest with the words: "If you want to kill the man used to be your father or to smear some nutella on slices of bread with him - call this number. It is locked in the holy chest below the biggest portrait near the toilet." Then she hit the bell and that's it.
Pita approached the holy chest...opened it and took the sacred note...it was a newspaper part but doesn't matter - it was a holy relic left from her deceased mama. The number presumably her father's, was written poorly and barely visible. She tried to memorize these numbers for several minutes. And then she ate the note for there was no food left in the cave. Pita took all of her belongings and items she could create by herself and store over all these years - her only backpack and a long stick (from those you use to assist while walking) with a rabbit's head on top (Lily made this long ago, not Pita - as and ultimate remembrance for her CONEJO Macho.) Pita was infused with determination - to find her papito...and power - from the newspaper note she ate before a minute. There was no force in Sirius to stop her massive...desire to find her father and to become like him - an angel of hope...an icon...an example of a real man - a true Macho. No...she was going to become Mach-eta.
But...actually there was a force in Sirius to prevent her from even starting this endeavor...Before she hit the bell - Lily wanted to observe the last view of Hope - the horizon where the Macho's TITAN was parked 27 years ago - in front of the cave and then she died with a smile. Unluckily for Pita...mama's corpse was lying in the entrance of the cave and it was impossible to move her away...Pita cursed her father and moved slowly towards her mother's corpse.
Somewhere in the unknown deserts of Crete, from an abandoned gas station the following phone call message was sent towards the main city of planet Crete. And Pita's story begins.
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.
Sender: Salazar da Palma Oliveira | Recipient: Pita "La Aspiradora" Ladron | Encrypted: Si
TBH application
Senorita Ladron... *nods*
Your application is ACCEPTED. Head on to Battleship Prox, por favor.
I was well paid to reconsider your application as long as possible and double the amount if I reject you. But, looks like El Comisario's credit card is in your possession now. I'm sure we can come to any arrangement we want to.
Muchos gracias,
Salazar da Palma Oliveira
El Portavoz del CoE
Sender: Salazar da Palma Oliveira | Recipient: Ernesto Aguado | Encrypted: Si
TBH application
Senor Aguado... *nods*
Your application is ACCEPTED. I see you are already at Fes and that's where we need you exactly. You will have time to check all taverns there, while waiting for your ship's repairs. We also have several gyms there at Fes, in case you prefer that over rum fiestas. Just remove dust from those benches, bikes and weights, heh...
I also see you are in contact with Ladron already. Keep on your mind he's not running this show, no matter how it looks like, Senor.
Muchos gracias,
Salazar da Palma Oliveira
El Portavoz del CoE
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