So you want to have a talk with someone from face to face? Understandable from your point of view,
but when it comes to transmissions through zhe Neural Net, certain security measures are necessary.
Hmm, if you had filled out zhe documents you had found in our initial transmission we would have found out
about your age earlier. Though as you may know, zhere are one or two pilots of similar age who still fly fighters in combat.
Anyway, as you are able to send out one of your pilots to assist in fighter combat, I think zhere should be no
problem for us.
Prepare to receive zhe needed security codes via S.K.Y.P.E frequency.
Congratulation on your timing. You chose a very convenient time to show yourself. Now that our negotiations have reached a point of mutual acceptability you show up and - well - accept. Thus getting all my benevolence on a non-conscious level. Smart. Very smart. You have my full respects.
However, I myself, and therefore included, my whole crew are not exactly newborns in the field of psychological warfare, so do not expect the full effect of that little ploy of yours. For which, by the way, I bear no enmity.
That set asside, I and my crew are glad that we finally have reached an agreement and my engineers are standing by to implemt your comminication-protocols and the new IFF into our array. I suggest we share the keys over our private S.K.Y.P.3 encryption.
Chapter 1: General Pilot Information
Name: Alistair Sink (Callsign: Sayfog)
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 190cm
Weight: 175kg
S.K.Y.P.E Frequency: sayfog
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Chapter 2: Pilot's Personality information Everybody has an origin. What is your history before you decided to join us?
I was born on a the Zoner planet of Gran Canaria, and flew osprey's escorting transports to various freeports and bases. One day our convoy was attacked by nomads, they disabled the whale we were escorting, we managed to save the pilot, but all the cargo and the ships was lost, the freeport almost fell apart due to lack of food. Tell us something about your strenghts and weaknesses. What do you think they are?
My strength is using my lovely Sekhemet to put some not so lovely marks on larger ships. Weakness is probably dogfighting, there always seem to be a fair amount of Ion Storms whenever I operate. In what way do you think you can serve 141|?
By taking out our enemies wherever they may be, and eventually defeating the nomads for good.
Last time around I was a Member of: K'Hara|[HF]141|PFI|BAF|LR-
Good day Mr. Sink. High Command had a look over your application and we say you're good to go. Grab your ship and head over Taba Border Station for instruction and set up.
Good luck, and welcome to the Task Force 141.
Chapter 1: General Pilot Information
Name: Aaron Lemuria
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 1,81 m
Weight: 77 kg
S.K.Y.P.E Frequency: narcotic235
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Chapter 2: Pilot's Personality information
Hola, this is Aaron Lemuria.
Before I'll start about telling you who I am, you should know, that I always used to lead a double life;
I was born in Omicron Delta on Freeport 11 in 795 AS. At least, that's what the papers say... Well, here's the truth:
As I got told, my parents were from "different cultures", so you could say, that I've been an undesired hispanic Zoner child to be correct. They gave me birth, although the authorities had forbidden it. And so they secretly offered me for adoption to a bartender on Freeport 11.
Great destiny, isn't it? Anyways, he has been a good father, he gave me a home and a work, and that was all I asked for.
In my freetime, I was having my double life. Calling myself "Ares", I made myself a name as professional hacker, fascinated by aliens and other unknown organisms. I got access to several servers, run by the Liberty Security Force and Liberty Navy, collecting intel data about the so-called "Nomads".
One day at work at the bar, I draw some stranger's attention on me, who catched me talking about my favorite topic.
"Are you aware of the threat?" He did say to me. "I know the truth. If you'd like to know more, meet me next morning at the hangar. Think about it, we need people like you. But once you're in, there's no way back. It's your decision."
I've been just 21 years old, when I left Omicron Delta for the first time in my life. It might have been the last time, too. At least my father-in-law supported my decision. He told me, that he's sure that I'll be in good hands.
And he was right, the last two years, I've got trained as Bomber pilot in a Sekhmet - 019A Order Bomber, under professional supervision of several flight instructors of the Order.
I handled my terminal examination with bravery, and as one of the ten best apprentices, I recieved a gift for my personal ship: A fully functional cloaking device. And in addition, they gave me the codes for this channel here, saying that this division would fit my temper best.
Whatever the situation is, I can either be a calm and thoughtful man, doing recon missions while being on my own, sneaking through enemy borders like a weasel and hit them where it hurts the most.
Or I can be the aggressive and lethal guy, who makes a quick cleanup and disappears as fast as he got in.
My favorite spacecraft is my heavy equipped Sekhmet, in which I'm best in.
But I could also get my hands on a light fighter, like the agile Onuris.
Talking about my weaknesses; I'm quite careful and I do fear the death. But I guess, that it's human. Nobody likes to die a fast death, right?
What I like to say is, that I'm thrustworthy, but not tired of life.
Well, that should be enough at first. If there are any questions left, feel free to ask.
I hope I am, what you're looking for.
Name : jasper orillion
Gender : Male
Age : 38
weight : 110 kg
Height : 230 Cm
S.K.Y.P.E Frequency : ozzzclub
Chapter 2 : Pilots personality Information
Greetings, This is Jasper Orillion
About me, Was Born on Planet Gammu. Son of a Rich family. My father worked for artifical intelligence as a Chairman of Intellige Department. I took my starting education at Gammu . After clearing my graduation i went for masters in Flying Academy to Freeport 11. After completing the Study and gaining all the information about zoners One day i met a pilot in omicron delta who was under attack by Nomads the Alien Ships . After having a fight of several hours we finally succeded to make them run. After gathering information about the pilot i got his name as Michael , The pilot of Order.
I assisted him to land at freeport 11.
He got his ship repaired and he went back to Omicron mu.After many days of thinking about why do these pilots put their life in danger ? I went to omicron mu to met michael on the way i was attacked by a group of Nomads. Figuring that i got n0 way left to run. Losing all hopes i slowed down my engines speed ,then, a light appeared from a far sight ,the light of a ship after that several ships with him with the call sign of 141 . They saved my life , From that day i made the decision to join the order.My father allowed me to do what i think is the best and thats 4 months , I have seen my parents. After joining the order i cleared the test of order and decided to be the pilot of 141 and serve the humanity against the nomads.
About my Strength,
I am a brave pilot and never stand down until there is a last singal hope.
About my weakness i am weak against mines spammers nothing else i am afraid about.
To serve 141 i will fight till my death against Nomads and removing every threat against humanity
Aaron Lemuria, your story is impressive and I am sure you'll be a promising agent. I've got great expectations of you, don't disappoint us. Your application is accepted.
Jasper Orilion, I don't know many about you, but still, I hope you will be an impressive agent. HQ still thinks about your transfer to 141|. but until we'll make a final decision, we want to see you more on the field and test your capabilities. That's why your application is postponed.
The young CO blinks, staring at his screen in the dead of night at the old, repeating message he has discovered in the message dump on Freeport 11. He had been looking for some way to join the Order for some time now, but all his efforts had met with failure, distrust, or silence from their ships.
This, though...this might just be his ticket in. Despite his fatigue, he sets to, and begins to submit the information needed. After what he had seen, and done, there was no going back to his life as a Junker.
He keyed the passive reply to this message, took a moment to make sure he wasn't too disheveled, and began.
<<<FEED ACTIVATED>>>
A severe looking, slightly greasy young man with very sharp, hawklike features appears on the video feed, sitting in what could be his bedroom. A porthole visible over his shoulder details a large pink and purple cloud in the background, and the light from multiple suns can be seen illuminating the far side of the cabin, though the rest of it is shrouded in darkness. Further detail about the man cannot be seen, but it's clear that he has known hardship and large amounts of stress, and recently. Nevertheless his voice is clear and unbroken as he speaks the responses to the prerecorded questions, though the hint of excitement is always there just under the surface.
Chapter 1: General Pilot Information
Name: Nathanial Carter
Gender: M
Age: 25
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 154.8 lbs
S.K.Y.P.E Frequency: desmond.t.1022 (//Skype, specifically the c2cservice, running while playing lags my game really badly for reasons unknown, so I almost never use 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?
I was born to middle-class parents on the planet Leeds, Bretonia. Almost immediately afterwards my family decided to use their modest fortune to invest in a Hegemon mining vessel and chase the Dublin mining boom of 794 A.S. We spent the next five years trying in vain to strike it rich in that system. During this time I learned everything there is to know about a transport Dulzian-class anti-snubfighter turret, and indeed became something of a crack shot with the manual controls. It wasn't enough, though, when a group of Molly fighters managed to break down our shields and strafe my gun, slagging it. As my control terminal was right behind it, I was critically injured by electrical and plasma feedback, being badly burned on my side and right leg. We did manage to fight off the pirates, but out of concern for me my parents immediately left the system, never to return. They sold the mining vessel on New London and there spent the next year caring for me and struggling to find some kind of work while I recovered.
Later the next year, 801 AS, the Nomad War began, and the Wilde-controlled elements of the Rheinland Military broke Bretonia's fleet and were advancing towards the core planets of that house. Things were not looking good, and so my parents used the last of their proceeds from the mining ship and bought a small freighter with which to flee before the onslaught. They joined a stream of refugees to Liberty, and there settled on Planet Colorado. They both managed to find work in one of Ageira's many assembly plants there, and to my knowledge continue to scratch out a meager living on the factory floor this very day.
As for me, I wasn't scared away from space by my encounter - I wanted to see more. I saved up some money...well, I stole it from my parents...and bought a Starflea- I mean, Starflier civilian fighter, and made ready to leave Colorado on my own. They...were not happy about it, but I stayed on my course and eventually made it to Erie, Pennsylvania System, as a freelancer.
From there I was recruited by a very small transporting concern named Push Industries. They ran freight for OS&C between Curacao and Cambridge, mostly tea and tobacco. With some assistance I bought my first freighter, and off we went. The year was 816 AS, and for most of that year I spent going back and forth from those two planets, largely without incident, constantly trading my freighters up and saving, until I could afford a supertransport. Push Industries grew as well, expanding its interests to the low Omegas.
This was the first time I took an active part in something...slightly less than legal.
Using my transport, we would poach and then smuggle diamonds from Omega 11 to Newark Station, Manhattan. It was...exceedingly profitable, and dangerous. Sometimes I would run the goods myself, and sometimes I would use a stolen decommissioned Liberty gunboat that I had 'convinced' the harbormasters at Norfolk to let me use to escort the other transports and mining ships during our misadventures there. It was only because I was flying escort that day that I survived the Red Hessian retribution, when 90% of Push Industries was KIA in a raid in that very asteroid belt. I escaped with my life, but most of my company and all of the transports did not, and over the next month insolvency and fear did what the Hessians could not and put us out of business for good.
It was then time to lie low. My transport was one of the ones destroyed in the attack, so the only spacecraft I had left was the illegal Liberty gunboat. I returned to the site of the attack and ejected from the ship towards Solaris, leaving it to burn up in the intense radiation, thus convincing the OS&C scouting party that came afterwards that I had been killed like the rest of my group. We were publicly renounced for our illicit acitivities by the corporation, but as the leadership and most of the employees had paid for their insolence with their lives, they considered the matter closed. Thus freed from repercussions, I managed to work my way aboard a passing Junker CSF, and traveled with them until they reached Beaumont Station, Texas. From there I made a new life for myself among the Junkers, using the skills and jump hole knowledge I developed while smuggling to succeed, and went on to inherit a Salvage Frigate from one of the smaller families on that station.
My first encounter with the Order was when, while exiting the Pennsylvania Jump Hole in California, I encountered radio traffic from a group of Rogues and a Hathor gunboat ID'd as the Sanguis that were pirating the tradelanes. I had since developed a good relation with the Rogues, like most Junkers, and offered to transport their swag for them.
Intrigued by this, I made an effort to seek out the Order and see just what it was that the organization was all about. I made contact with an independant Order pilot who explained to me just how the situation was in the deep Omicrons. I had heard rumors of course of the corruption of the Liberty Navy, and everyone heard about the missing battleship Sacramento, but I was not ready for what was presented to me.
I saw Minor. I saw Toledo, or what was left of it. I flew with this pilot next to the hulk of the Isis, heard the stories of valor, and saw the proof of those stories etched into the flanks of that mighty vessel.
I saw the shattered wrecks of a hundred human ships, and the flotsam from a hundred more, all destroyed by a massive armada of alien vessels bent on the extinction of Humanity itself. I closed my eyes, and then I saw Colorado burning. Leeds. Manhattan. All of them. That sort of thing changes a person, at least one who has eyes to see.
I returned from Minor to Liberty, and began to hatch a plan. I had to assist the Order in any way I could, to prevent a hundred Toledos from happening all across the sector.
Making contact with a HORUS pilot, Major Cyber his callsign, I gathered and then successfully smuggled around 3200 tonnes of pharmaceuticals through Alaska and as far as Meskhenet. I was denied entry to Mu, however, and had to leave my cargo on the station. I have made three more such runs since, including a more or less uninvited one to Akabat itself. I also took the liberty of doing a bit of reconnaissance, with an eye towards gathering useful information as 'payment' for entry of your organization. Attached below are photographic evidence of my misadventures through Nomad space, and fairly recent (wthin a week) images of Omicron Alpha.
Tell us something about your strengths and weaknesses. What do you think they are?
My strengths? I can, and have the evidence to prove it, get my salvage frigate in and out of the most dangerous places in Sirius. I have successfully smuggled a hundred cargoes all over the sector, including (and now with some regret, seeing just what the Outcasts really are) the fabled Malta to Manhattan cardamine run. I have taken cargo to and from New York via Alaska, running just a step ahead of their battlecruiser patrols. I have glimpsed the Ravine in Omicron 99 and gazed on the planet and asteroid fields of Omicron Iota while blasting my way past Nomad fighter patrols. Arrogance? Maybe...but this is simply history, not boasting.
As for weaknesses, I have never really regained full use of my right leg, and am severely hampered in a standard fighter cockpit. I have stuck to gunboat or transport class vessels for almost my entire life. I fully recognize the requirement to begin in a fighter for Task Force 141, but am hoping your instructors might see fit to withhold judgment until I'm in something that doesn't require footpedals.
In what way do you think you can serve 141|?
In short, I have a very robust knowledge of the Liberty Core Systems and Alaska, including their jump hole networks. My days as a smuggler have given me a special perspective on flying for survival, and I would consider myself a very decent driver of gunboat- and cruiser-sized ships. With those skills, I should also be decent at scouting assignments.
One Four One command has received your transmission. It is currently under investigation but it may take a while.
We will contact you regarding it as soon as possible.
Chapter 1: General Pilot Information
Name:Rose Striker
Gender:Female
Age:22
Height:1.70
Weight:58Kg
S.K.Y.P.E Frequency:szpakuz
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Chapter 2: Pilot's Personality information Everybody has an origin. What is your history before you decided to join us?
As a girl born on Toledo i managed to survive thanks to 141th transport
Few moths later i went back there to look at it and i saw only and destroyed planet. My home....it was gone
After that i wanted to take my revenge on Nomads but standard order forces didnt catch my meaning
reading trough your description i see that you are just the thing i was looking for
Tell us something about your strenghts and weaknesses. What do you think they are?
I may not have much skill in fighting but im loyal and i can control my emotions since fighting can be learned
i can destroy my bad sides
In what way do you think you can serve 141|?
More manpower (Thats what you need probably!) Loyal, Hardy Pilot with Medical skill
and actitive engagment in 141th Ops
You are so deep I cant even see you anymore!
[07.07.2013 17:22:11] (\^/)Neit: Kierin: The Nomad is describing Golanski rushing towards the ZA. and... wait. Oooo a rubby ducky!
[07.07.2013 17:22:40] (\^/)Neit: Kierin: Why are Rubber Ducks always yellow I wonder?
I cleaned up your tags and removed things that should be in reports, not everywhere, and at least blacked out. -Champ
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