« J'ai rencontré ce matin
Devant la haie de mon champ
Une troupe de marins
D'ouvriers, de paysans
— Où allez-vous, camarades,
Avec vos fusils chargés ?
— Nous tendons des embuscades, Viens rejoindre notre armée ! »
"This morning
Outside my field,
I met a bunch of sailors,
Workers and farmers
— Where are you going
With your loaded rifles, comrades?
— We are going to ambush the enemy,
Come, join our army!"
Prenez part à notre combat ! Join the fray!
You too think there is something rotten in the State of Gallia? In Sirius as a whole? Don't worry, all of us have been there at some point. You want either to die for a meaningful cause or live long enough to see it fulfilled? Good, good. This is the right place.
You are likely contacting us because you have lifted the taboo of violence now. You understand and acknowledge that harsh actions are necessary to make history follow its natural, intended course. You are fully aware that individual lives do not matter compared to the greater good of mankind.
Revolutions can be conducted in small numbers, but never alone. No man is an army. Whatever your past actions may have been, we need you as long as you are willing to oppose poverty, inequality, capitalism and tyranny. And of course, all foreign applicants are welcome. We are internationalists, "borders" and "nationalities" are empty phrases to us.
If you are a royalist or corporate spy of any kind, please tell it now. It will save us a week time, thus earning you a quick and painless death instead of... *click*
Lazare Donnier, Maquisard, Premier Secrétaire de la Ligue d'action révolutionnaire
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[size=xx-small][font=Overpass][color=#FFFFFF]*[i]In Gallic/Sirian standard metrics, no capitalist Bretonian or Libertonian nonsense. Precision is crucial in our activity.[/i][/color][/font][/size]
[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]Do you have potentially useful contacts with other groups that share our views (or at least part of them) anywhere in Sirius?[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<...>[/font][/color]
[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]Have you ever killed a human being before?[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<...>[/font][/color]
[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]Any addictions to drugs?[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<...>[/font][/color]
[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]Are your relatives somewhere safe? Law enforcement may use them to pressure you.[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<...>[/font][/color]
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[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]Tell us a joke. You'll understand quickly enough that you can't last long under almost constant death threats if you have no humour.[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<...>[/font][/color]
[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]Au revoir.[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<...>[/font][/color][/align]
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[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]Any knowledge of French? (no influence on your application, although responding hon hon, baguette or something like that gets you immediately rejected and depressurized outside Avon Hideout)[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<...>[/font][/color]
[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]RP skills[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<.../10>[/font][/color]
[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]PvP skills:[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<.../10>[/font][/color]
[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]Timezone:[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<...>[/font][/color]
[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]Discord:[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<...>[/font][/color]
[color=#BF0000][b][font=Overpass]Do you promise to follow our Common sense Code of Conduct?[/font][/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF][font=Overpass]<...>[/font][/color][/indent]
While all NPC names you find on the server are genuinely French (mostly singers and writers, by the way), I would like to suggest other options to reflect a little bit more RL France. Besides Parisian and central French family names, which are perfectly good, you can use:
– A French first name with a foreign family name (Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Algerian, Moroccan, Malian, Senegalese...), e.g. Julie Martínez, Romain Traoré...
– Let's please limit the combination of foreign first names and foreign family names to non-Gauls or non-native Gauls, e. g. Daria Minardi for an Outcast defector, Hidetoshi Kaneda for a Kusarian and so on.
2. Callsigns
Once your application is (hopefully) accepted, we will have a small talk to chose your callsign(s). Never disclose it to anyone outside the faction, whether in RP or ooRP – with the obvious exception of admin requests. We believe this will help a lot with immersion. Remember, we're an ultraviolent clandestine terrorist group and most people want us dead.
3. Divisions
As outlined in the Information thread, AR consists of two in-game divisions, as the Haut-Conseil will mainly appear in forum posts.
The Coursiers are regular smugglers.
The Artilleurs commit the actual terror attacks in game and then claim them through solid RP posts documented with logs, screenshots or any original idea we could add in the future. Since the Maquis ID is very permissive in terms of aggression, good RP skills are mandatory to be an Artilleur. While two-line engagement could sound OK-ish in terms of ID compliance, it is absolutely insufficient for our standards. Forum and in-game roleplay quality is the absolute top priority in this role.
We don't mind if you use one character to fulfill all those roles. As we are a small clandestine cell, it would make sense if everybody did a little bit of everything.
4. Common sense Code of Conduct
– Play by the Maquis ID in all circumstances;
– Abide by each and every server and forum rule;
– Give us your best RP;
– Do not disclose your callsign to anyone outside AR| (exceptions can be created through RP);
– Be kind to fellow players, never flame nor get angry after you lose a fight, try to have a good laugh and congratulate your opponent;
– Be nice to newcomers;
– Neither post nor write obscene content on forums, Discord or in game;
– Enjoy yourself!
I have consciously and willingfully made the decision to join the Maquis through the Ligue d'action révolutionnaire cell.
I swear to fight at the best of my abilities to end the reign of capitalism and tyranny in Gallia and in Sirius.
My former life is over and will never come back. I now serve the cause of the Universal Social Republic.
Sic superbos debellabimus
First name:Leon Family name:Juilfs Gender:Male Date of birth:25th of December 800 Place of birth:Planet Hamburg, Rheinland Size*:1m 69cm Weight*:78kg Last address:Freeport 1, Omega 3 System
*In Gallic/Sirian standard metrics, no capitalist Bretonian or Libertonian nonsense. Precision is crucial in our activity.
Biography:This isn’t gonna include a lie detector, is it? I don’t like the metal bits. They’re cold. Anyway.
I was born and grew up on Planet Hamburg in the Hamburg system. Dunno if that means anything to you. Essentially an industrial world not too far from Libertonian space. My father slaved away in a small factory and I don’t remember him being around a lot. When he was, we had to leave him alone. Else we’d get out with a bruise. Or a blue eye. Sometimes a loose tooth. My little sister kept trying to cheer him up. She had to go to the dentist a lot.
When I was about 15, I found an old book in a nearby library. Yes, an honest to god book. Paper and everything. It was called “Das Kapital” and was written by someone called Karl Marx. It spoke of life on earth, back in the Sol system, and how capitalism not only breaks people but makes them believe that doing so is right. It spoke of how capital can only increase if a worker puts work into it. But in order for that to work, there needs to be capital to begin with and the worker doesn't benefit from the increased capital. I am sorry. I get excited easily.
Regardless. The book got me thinking. Why was my father working to the point where he was a bundle of pent up violence and brutality if all he ever achieved was making someone else rich while we lived just above the poverty line?
I took the book and asked him.
He didn’t answer, so I asked him again.
I think that he hit me. I am not sure. All I remember is my head ringing and me lying on the floor. My sister seemed to have run out of the room. I heard her shouting something to our mother.
My father picked and held me up, threw me onto a seat. Then he tried to hit me again.
I stopped him.
Then I stopped him from hitting anyone ever again.
A man who only works to enrich the high and mighty doesn’t deserve the elation of hurting someone else. He just slaved away to make fighter parts that would only serve the leading caste, not the people who built them. He wasn’t a man. He was a cog in a machine.
Soon after, the police came and took me away. After a short trial, I got sent to a rehabilitation camp. I was too young for prison. I got away and lived as a cabin boy, slowly putting funds together to buy my own ship. I wouldn’t let my work go to waste, where only the rich could benefit from it.
I spent a few years as a merc, then, when business dried up after the miners’ conflict in Omega 7 died down, I became a pirate. And so I recently found myself in cologne with the military on my six and enough holes in my hull to turn any bomber into a coffin.
They left me for dead.
I wasn’t dead.
With a jury-rigged engine and just enough oxygen to survive as long as I breathed slow, shallow breaths, I made it to a jump hole. It was a gamble. But the ship wasn’t a coffin yet. The hull held together, even if most weapons and equipment fell off during the transition. I made it to a nearby base. No clue what the name was, I only know that I won’t return there without sufficient firepower to level that capitalist hellhole. I stole a small vessel that had mining equipment on it and figured that something so inconspicuous would get me through most security checks.
I figured wrong and had to run.
And so I ran. For weeks and weeks and weeks. Then I randomly heard radio chatter about a group that shared my beliefs. A group that worked to bring down the regime and raise the people high.
A group to level with the higher ups. Bring them on my level. And stop them from hitting the undeserving.
And so I found my way deeper into Gallia.
Do you have potentially useful contacts with other groups that share our views (or at least part of them) anywhere in Sirius?I've heard rumors of a group in the deep Omega systems, though I'm not sure they exist. The guy who told me about them stopped responding to my messages a few years ago. Have you ever killed a human being before?I’ve broken kogs. I’ve split gears. They weren’t worthy of being called “humans”. Any addictions to drugs?Does refined sugar count? Are your relatives somewhere safe? Law enforcement may use them to pressure you.Hell if I know where my mother and sister are.
Tell us a joke. You'll understand quickly enough that you can't last long under almost constant death threats if you have no humour.The owner of a cooperation, a military general and a factory worker went into a bar and sat at the same table. Au revoir.Hoffentlich bis bald.
// OoRP
Any knowledge of French? (no influence on your application, although responding hon hon, baguette or something like that gets you immediately rejected and depressurized outside Avon Hideout)I had 4 years of French in school and can still understand the general gist of written and sometimes spoken language. I can write and say very simple statements, though those are usually limited to very short sentences. I can manage something like "Oui", "Non" or "C'est vrai", but will fail if anything complex is required from me. RP skillsGrounded and Thorough/10 PvP skills:Rusty Survivalist/10 Timezone:UTC+01:00 (CET); UTC+02:00 (CEST) (Germany) Discord:Galgamos#3415 Do you promise to follow our Common sense Code of Conduct?Yes. I wouldn't apply otherwise.
<span style="font-family:Lucida Console"><span style="color:#33CC00">*personality core activated*</span>
Science consists of stating the obvious and linking the facts. </span>
Bienvenue dans la Ligue Welcome to the League Message lu et approuvé par le Haut-Conseil — The High Council has read and approved this message
The Rhine the Rhine is drunk where the vines contemplate themselves
All the shaking gold of nights falls into this mirror
Le Rhin le Rhin est ivre où les vignes se mirent
Tout l'or des nuits tombe en tremblant s'y refléter
Leon,
We were sincerely moved by your personal story. We are certain that your personal experience hardened you and made you fit to serve our cause. As your past actions prove it, you know too well the values of sacrifice and conviction not to be aware that nature made violence necessary by essence – until we reach the point where we tame it and seal history. Always remember that is what our fight is about.
Your path to Gallia would deserve to be immortalised into a short epic. I was told the mining ship you have expropriated is not an easy one to fly, which clearly demonstrates your determination and skills. Moreover, Avon's mechanics informed us that it could perfectly be re-equipped to turn it into a dreadful fighter. You are free to do so and to mount our own transponder on it.
The Premier Secrétaire is also impressed that you could hold an actual paper book in your hands and appreciate its quality. In Gallia, primitive reading artifacts are mostly restricted to museums and even university professors must go through a neverending procedure to approach the ones of historical value.
Anyway, dear Leon, we will have many occasions to discuss these themes further in the near future. We also made sure that a decent place for you to stay is arranged both in Charost (Tau-31) and Lapalisse (Tau-53). It is not the acme of comfort, but you can find all a human being needs there. We are waiting for you.