->Incoming Transmission -->Target:BAF Headquarters, Essex Road 125 b, Planet New London --->Sender:Jake Lightwing, Freelance mercenary
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Good day sir, let me introduce myself. My name is Jake Lightwing, I'm a freelance mercenary.
I have a request regarding some of your weaponry, namely the Ultra Sunrail (Class 9 Particle gun). I found them rather, fitting for my Switchblade. Thus I'd like to buy two of them, no more, no less. I don't care if their second hand, I only care about the performance. So if you have some leftover guns that ain't so shiny, then I'll take them off your hands.
Ofcourse, you can count on them never being used against Bretonia or her associates. My main area of operation will be Bretonia, Rheinland and Liberty. Kusari ain't that welcoming to outsiders, and the Hogosha makes quick work of those who want to try their luck either way. So your technology will not be within enemy grasp.
...Incoming Transmission
From: Bretonia Armed Force, Essex Road 125 b, Planet New London; Weapon division
To: Jake Lightwing
Subject: 'Request'
Good day Mister Lightwing;
Your message is already received, and by now it is under review. Fleet Admiral, Sir Nelson will make the final decision regarding your query, as soon as possible. Right now, we are double checking every request.
But in mean time, we would like to know more about you sir.
Do you have a contract history list, and if you do, please send us a copy.
And direct your attention to the following;
Further increase in signal strength will not be necessary. We received your message. If you are, unhappy with speed of processing your request, please be aware, that the Fleet Admiral has more important things to do than to verify every weapon request document.
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->Incoming Transmission -->Target:RM Headquarters, Planet New Berlin --->Sender:Jake Lightwing, Freelance mercenary
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Ah well, i assumed you would say that, but i didnt bother to enlighten you with my background as i find it irrelevant.
Then again, you seem to find it relevant, so such information shall be provided within these comms.
I was born in the sigmas, my father was a zoner, my mother was a civillian in Rheinland, from Frankfurt. They met during my dads buisniss trips. She was working as the secretary in the dockmasters officers.
I was born in 769, at Freeport 7. I grew up and followed in my dads footsteps, becoming a buisnissman with promising future. Then the catastrophy hit, the "nomads" attacked the station. Our family was on holyday at planet Baden Baden, and wasn't to return for a week.
The bombing ruined the company me and my dad worked for. We both got ourselves new jobs, but my dad wasnt really satisfied with being stationed behind a desk all day processing endless piles of insurance and juristiction folders.
He went out and tried his luck as a merchenary, taking small escort and transport jobs. It was a profiting and good job he said, little troubble, and he could always chase of the occasional pirate with his startracker.
Needless to say, a startracker isnt buildt to fight pirates, and the day came when he got shot down. His pod saved his life, but it scarred him to such a degree, that he ended up behind a desk again. He was terrified for long trips across space after this.
I felt that i should get outside once a while too. Being a "office slave" are not a very promising or profitable carriere. Then again, with my founds from trade and commerce, there was no problem investing in a bit more expensive ship. After all, a single man, living with his parents being well above his twenties, doesn't have the greatest of expenses.
So i waited a year before i purchased a Switchblade Borderworld Heavy fighter. A remarkable ship, effective, sturdy and durable.
I took it out for a ride, equipping 6 Fury cannons and a Cannonball. A dreadful loadout. I still worked as a office slave, but the switchblade always seemed to call my name from the hangar. I got restless and ventured outside.
Days passed, weeks passed... I found myself flying around Sirius, enjoying life as a freelancer. Doing odd-jobs whenever i was running low on food or other supplies.
I had built a living quarter inside my cargobay, It wasnt that big, but big enough to feature a bathroom, a bedroom, kitchen and living room. I practically moved into my ship, living there for some 3-4 days at a time.
Then i decided that id take a trip to Rheinland, to see my mothers birthplace. She had always spoken warmly about "ze Fatherland" but then again, somethings you dont belive before you see it.
I made my way to the Frankfurt system. Thanks to my mother i knew some Rheinladish, not much, but enough to get myself a job and some road descriptions to were her home had been. Something i noted was that everyone seemed honestly happy for helping you, even when your accent was almost a insult to their language.
During my time in Rheinland i got some friends, among them was Hans Peter Bursht, a Inspector in the Rheinland Federal Politzei. He was a senior officer, with his 38 and a half year in service. He was due to go off with pension in 3 years time.
Aside from Hans, i got to know a lady named Karen Schultze. She was a beautiful woman, with a temper. We went on some dates, but it never really went any further then that. Then, Hans died. Shot down by some scumbag pirate during a routine patroll. The news of Hans' death hit me harder then a Firekiss Plasma-cannon.
I was devastated, he had been such a good friend. During his funeral his wife came over to me. She handed me some documents, stating that i was to recieve the salvaged gear from his ship. Given the situation i just thanked her and said my condolences.
During the funeral i was asked if i wanted to give some final words, but i had to refuse. I just couldn't do it.
2 weeks has passed since Hans' funeral. I've been drinking hard, and was placed under arrest for peeing on a civillian in public.
During the scanning, they found the letter stating my right to claim the guns. Since i was in jail i didn't think i would ever get to see them, neither did i really want anythin that had belonged to Hans. Just couldn't stand having something that reminded me of him.
Thus the guns was tucked away in my cargobay, and i left for bretonia in the hope of getting as far away from my memories as i could.
In Bretonia i met some corsairs. They gave me alot of troubble and i survived thanks to a BAF patrol that was close by and saw the event.
Their fighting impressed me, but the Sunrail's effectiveness even more so. Thus i wanted to get my hands in some of those as they would give me a big advantage against such enemies as the Corsairs.
Firstly, not sure why you forwarded your last transmission to the RM Headquaters on New Berlin. I had a rather confused complaint from the duty staff officer of the Rheinwehr this morning.
After review, your request has been approved on the following conditions:
1. That you refrain from attacking friends of Bretonia whilst using our equipment
2. That you make yourself available for work in Bretonia in the interests of the Bretonian Crown at least 30% of the time
3. That you pledge to obey the laws of Bretonia and instructions from official agents of the Crown
4. That you do not sell or otherwise trade the weapons to any third party
5. That the BAF may, without notice, request the return of these weapons at any time
Should you accept these conditions, you will be added to the registry of approved equipment users under the terms outlined above.
Sir Stanley Nelson
Fleet Admiral
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Firstly, not sure why you forwarded your last transmission to the RM Headquaters on New Berlin. I had a rather confused complaint from the duty staff officer of the Rheinwehr this morning.
After review, your request has been approved on the following conditions:
1. That you refrain from attacking friends of Bretonia whilst using our equipment
2. That you make yourself available for work in Bretonia in the interests of the Bretonian Crown at least 30% of the time
3. That you pledge to obey the laws of Bretonia and instructions from official agents of the Crown
4. That you do not sell or otherwise trade the weapons to any third party
5. That the BAF may, without notice, request the return of these weapons at any time
Should you accept these conditions, you will be added to the registry of approved equipment users under the terms outlined above.
Sir Stanley Nelson
Fleet Admiral
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Terms are agreeable and accepted. I will mostly work within Bretonia and Rheinland. You can expect my avaliability and support whenever i am able to do so.
At the moment i am.... "hired" by the Rheinland Military to prove my loyalty. Once this job is done i stand without contracts and id love to sign a contract with the BAF.