' Wrote:Name: Marcus Lindberg
Age: 21
Height: 6 feet 2 inches
Weight: 80 kg
Previous Jobs: Weapons Designer at Detroit Munitions, Freelancer (lawful)
Qualifications: 500 kills, over 2 weeks experience (25 hours) (oh, and I've been to Languedoc and done a few jobs there against Gallic Royal Navy)
Brief Biography:
*Born: February 11th, 796 A.S., Planet Manhattan, New York system
*Education: High school degree, Manhattan Flight school degree, Mechanical Engineer's degree from MIT (Manhattan Institute of Technology)
*No criminal record
Reasons for Joining:
Well I tried getting into the Liberty Navy but they turned me down. I wanted to get into the Navy in order to fight of the rhienland invaders and fight for a worthy cause too: saving Libertonians. Since they turned me down, I though I would try the LPI as its the next best thing. Of course we wouldn't be fighting on the front lines, but at least we would be working to stop illegal goods from rhienland coming in and prevent the ll destructive force of cardamine coming into Liberty
Skype: marcus.lindberg485
Short bio:
So I was born in Manhattan in 796, I'm 21. I was born to a Libertonian Mother and a Rhienlandic Father (who then applied for a Libertonian ID/passport). I have an older brother, who sadly died in the war against Rhienland a few months before, which is exactly what convinced me to join the Navy, but since my application was turned down, I see LPI as a second option in order to serve my country.
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Navy wouldn't take ya, eh? Psh, I asked for your application to the Navy to be sent here, and I gotta admit it wasn't pretty. But I see mayhap ya improved, so we'll give you a chance.
ACCEPTED
Please go to Maintenance and get your Patriot and make sure it says LPI-Marcus.Lindberg[O] on the plates.
* Name:Collin Davidson
---------------------------------------------------------------- * Age:19
--------------------------- * Height:1.87cm
---------------------------- * Weight:75kg
--------------------------------- * Previous Jobs:-None-
-------------------------------------------------------------------- * Qualifications:Fresh student of West Point academy
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ * Brief Biography:My name is Collin,Davidson.I am 19 years old fresh of the academy.My father was a darn pilot and so is my brother.I aced the flying test and am a capable pilot.I have no ties and I am ready to die for the cause.I have no wife and my only friends are ship and a bottle of liberty ale.I have no criminal record what so ever and no complaints in my files sir.I think of my self as an outstanding pilot and would like to fly with the Liberty police.There is not much about me and everything you see is in the file.And you can bet on it that I will not hesitate to shoot the scum down.Oh almost forgot as you can see the field to fill out reasons because LPI (i hope)will be my past,,present and future.
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' Wrote: * Name:Collin Davidson
---------------------------------------------------------------- * Age:19
--------------------------- * Height:1.87cm
---------------------------- * Weight:75kg
--------------------------------- * Previous Jobs:-None-
-------------------------------------------------------------------- * Qualifications:Fresh student of West Point academy
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ * Brief Biography:My name is Collin,Davidson.I am 19 years old fresh of the academy.My father was a darn pilot and so is my brother.I aced the flying test and am a capable pilot.I have no ties and I am ready to die for the cause.I have no wife and my only friends are ship and a bottle of liberty ale.I have no criminal record what so ever and no complaints in my files sir.I think of my self as an outstanding pilot and would like to fly with the Liberty police.There is not much about me and everything you see is in the file.And you can bet on it that I will not hesitate to shoot the scum down.Oh almost forgot as you can see the field to fill out reasons because LPI (i hope)will be my past,,present and future.
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Skype:domac14
Once again, the Chief falls asleep at his desk and the Accepted stamp hits the application.
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* Name: Steven Le
* Age: 22
* Height: 170cm
* Weight: 128kg
* Previous Jobs: Boron Miner, Apprentice Engineer at DSE, Journeyman Engineer at DSE
* Qualifications: High School Graduate; Passed 1st Year of Flight School; Mechanical Engineer Journeyman [Specialized In Ballistics Weaponry]
* Brief Biography: I was born into an impoverished family on Planet Pittsburgh. My father was killed in an accident while working in a DSE factory when I was 2 years old, and my mother was forced to take care of me until she finally succumbed to illness when I was 17 years old. I spent my last year of high school as a Boron miner and upon graduating I took an apprenticeship at DSE and began studying ballistics weaponry. After 4 years I became a journeyman and was able to not only support myself, but also pay for flight school. I spent a year in flight school and am now hoping to be able to leave DSE behind and become a proud member of Liberty Police Incorporated.
* Reasons for Joining: In a world full of troubles, I am hoping to ease some of them by enforcing the law. It might not end everybody's problems, but at least with order, some people's lives can be improved.
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* Name: Steven Le
* Age: 22
* Height: 170cm
* Weight: 128kg
* Previous Jobs: Boron Miner, Apprentice Engineer at DSE, Journeyman Engineer at DSE
* Qualifications: High School Graduate; Passed 1st Year of Flight School; Mechanical Engineer Journeyman [Specialized In Ballistics Weaponry]
* Brief Biography: I was born into an impoverished family on Planet Pittsburgh. My father was killed in an accident while working in a DSE factory when I was 2 years old, and my mother was forced to take care of me until she finally succumbed to illness when I was 17 years old. I spent my last year of high school as a Boron miner and upon graduating I took an apprenticeship at DSE and began studying ballistics weaponry. After 4 years I became a journeyman and was able to not only support myself, but also pay for flight school. I spent a year in flight school and am now hoping to be able to leave DSE behind and become a proud member of Liberty Police Incorporated.
* Reasons for Joining: In a world full of troubles, I am hoping to ease some of them by enforcing the law. It might not end everybody's problems, but at least with order, some people's lives can be improved.
* Name: Torro.Trait
* Age: 29
* Height: 6,1 ft.
* Weight: 161 lbs.
* Previous Jobs: I have worked for the the ground patrol in the elite sub-division on Manhattan.
* Qualifications: Well i was trained at West Point Academy for a couple of years sir. And before that, was trained by some of the best Sirus has to offer.
* Brief Biography: I was born in Houston, then sent to live with some relatives on Manhattan. Although i did manage to get in trouble a bit throughout my life, I always cleared things up and kept moving on. Some people looked down at me because i was taught too early how to be a pilot. But i must mention one of my faulties, i am not that skilled when it comes to geographical directions... I am skilled at hand-to-hand combat and am able to make extreme decisions under extreme circumstances. I am interactive with other people and if i do say so myself, am social person. But when it comes to my work whatever it may so happen to be, i would do anything to complete the assignment.
* Reasons for Joining: Well, i would like Liberty to be a better, peaceful place for all of us.
*Grabs a sunbucks coffee laying around the table and walks out*.......*walks back in to grab a donut, smilies then walks back out*
' Wrote:* Name: Torro.Trait
* Age: 29
* Height: 6,1 ft.
* Weight: 161 lbs.
* Previous Jobs: I have worked for the the ground patrol in the elite sub-division on Manhattan.
* Qualifications: Well i was trained at West Point Academy for a couple of years sir. And before that, was trained by some of the best Sirus has to offer.
* Brief Biography: I was born in Houston, then sent to live with some relatives on Manhattan. Although i did manage to get in trouble a bit throughout my life, I always cleared things up and kept moving on. Some people looked down at me because i was taught too early how to be a pilot. But i must mention one of my faulties, i am not that skilled when it comes to geographical directions... I am skilled at hand-to-hand combat and am able to make extreme decisions under extreme circumstances. I am interactive with other people and if i do say so myself, am social person. But when it comes to my work whatever it may so happen to be, i would do anything to complete the assignment.
* Reasons for Joining: Well, i would like Liberty to be a better, peaceful place for all of us.
*Grabs a sunbucks coffee laying around the table and walks out*.......*walks back in to grab a donut, smilies then walks back out*
The Chief reminds himself to tell the new guy that he should stay away from Deputy Chief Riza Williams (because she has something against West Point people) as he presses the ACCEPTED stamp down.
Name: Deveron Kerry Age: 27 Height: 5' 11 Weight: 188 lbs Previous Jobs: Helium Miner in Pennsylvania, now out of work due to loss of vessel [see below]. Qualifications: High School graduate [not that he cares]; Flight test achievements were only slightly above average, but has greatly improved over time due to past experience and personal training; is capable of taking care of his ship on his own [maintenance, repairs, re-arming, modifications, etc.] due to both his father's limited teaching in the past and his own personal studies of spacecraft hardware that he did a few years ago out of interest; Kerry's experience with mining has taught him patience, and his time in the helium fields has made him a somewhat decent manual navigator, so long as the computer does the math for him.
Brief Biography: Born on planet Erie. His father, Jay Kerry, earned enough from his Space-farer Servicing job on some of the smaller landing pads to allow his mother freedom to remain at home instead of working abroad like several other families they knew. During the times when he was free from school, Deveron learned from his father a bit about how some designs of ship hardware functioned. After his graduation his father awarded him with an opportunity to take a flight test early. While he did reasonably well, both him and his parents knew he could do better. Three years later, he bought his first vessel: An old, worn-down Rhino.
Deveron left to seek his fortune amongst the stars that day. After his first trade lane jump, he spent some time doing small favors for people around Philadelphia station. Eventually he heard that he could make a serious bit of coin by mining the Helium in the cold gas clouds near Erie.
When he had first heard of the idea, he had been excited and even had let a few small delusions of fortune trickle through his mind, but when he had his ship initiate a simple automated mining process, he realized just how slow, dull, and boring it really was.
Over time, Kerry got used to the long time periods he had to spend collecting his shipments of Helium for Philie station. Buyers seemed to materialize out of thin air and the credits began to pile up.
One day, Deveron Kerry decided a little change of scenery would be a nice reward. He had earned it, after all, from his long grind of a daily routine. After a bit of a wondering where to go, he was told Manhattan, New York was a nice place to visit, being the capitol of Liberty. He was also informed that he could carry Neon from Erie to Manhattan and make a tidy little profit on his way there. The idea was irresistible. A vacation that payed for itself. What more could he ask for?
His Rhino was loaded up within the hour, and he found himself riding the trade lane to the New York Jump Gate with naught but an old favorite tune playing on his holoplayer.
When he arrived at New York, he realized two things. The first was that there was a massive, dark vastness all around him. Occasionally lightning flashed at random intervals.
The second thing he noticed however, was that his sensors has suddenly ceased to reliably function.
While he didn't want to let it spoil his day, he could not help but feel slightly annoyed that he would be flying to New York practically blind.
After a short period of hesitation, as if hoping the cloud would just vanish, he finally gave in and docked with the trade lane.
One...two...three....four...five...
Suddenly he found himself stopping prematurely, though he could not be sure why. This had never happened to him before. A Trade lane, failing? Had it been a malfunction?
His silent question was answered almost immediately by a low, rough voice coming through his comms.
Well well. Looks like we've got a problem. I want money, and you have money. I wonder how we could...make this work...
Pardon me, sir? said Kerry. Uh...I don't know if you've noticed, but it seems this trade lane malfunctioned or some such-
Cut it, tradie. I want creds, and I want them now. I'd say 300K about cuts it.
Kerry felt an icy chill go down his back. He'd heard of the criminals that operated around Liberty. Back on Phillie where he heard stories about them, it had all seemed so far away.
...and yet here one was, demanding demeanor and all.
He knew he had to think fast. Uhhhh, I'm sorry sir? I don't think I heard you right. At the same time he boosted power to his thrusters.
Don't play dumb with me, tradie. I'm not cool with your li'l schemes, alright? I want my credits now, or I will, without hesitation, render your hulk of unprocessed scrap unfit for pilotin'-
He slammed on the throttle and felt the acceleration send his ship flying straight past the rogue and on forward.
Unsubmisive, eh? We'll see about that! the Rogue yelled.
Kerry saw his shield meter drop a quarter. To counteract the rogue, he knew he had to do something, and do it fast.
He began swerving erratically to evade the laser bursts that were burning through space to hit him. His shields began recovering as he dodged the rogue's firepower and tried to remain straight on course. He did nothing but repeat the process over and over and over again, until finally he realized that he had lost his sense of time and that the purple clouds were thinning to nothingness as the light of several stars in the vastness of space penetrated them. He realized then that he had literally thrusted many long kilometers without a single stop. The picosecond his sensors were rendered efficient again he broadcasted a message via the Common Liberty frequency.
This is Deveron Kerry, requesting assistance from any lawful forces in the area. I am under attack by a hostile rogue!
No response came. It seemed as if he and the rogue were the only ones in the entire system. A sense of fear overcame him briefly, the likes of which he had never felt before.
This is Deveron Kerry, I repeat, I am under attack by a hostile rogue at the Philadelphia->Fort Bush trade lane! Need help ASAP!
After what seemed like an eternity due to the amount of evading he had to perform to keep the rogue from getting another blast to his hull, a voice came though the comm.
This is LPI patrol delta six, we read you on our long-range sensors, but can't deal with the threat currently due to a pair of xenos that just crossed our path. No other patrols are currently free, so just keep him busy as long as you can. We'll get you out of there as soon as these blasted- [distant WHUMP is heard]...
Just then he heard metal screeching and then...
WHAPFFFFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOKH!
It took him a few moments to realize he was in an escape pod, drifting in the darkness of space.
He could not believe he had just lost a shipment of Neon to someone he didn't even know. The credits, and his ship, were lost, and seemingly forever irrecoverable.
After a few hours of waiting an LSF found Kerry's pod and brought him to West Point immediately. After a night in medical, he was released but found himself wondering what he could possibly do now. He asked around, trying to find answers as to why no one had been able to respond to his calls for help with any form of action. Eventually he came to learn that LPI had been low on personnel as of late, and that the LSF had been on assignment elsewhere at the time, rendering them incapable of helping him.
Seeing his old career ruined in the short term, Kerry realized that joining LPI was most likely the best thing he could do for himself, and for anyone else. He had just lost what, to him, was a fortune in both time and money, and he knew he was far from the only one. What if other poor liberty peoples, just like himself, or worse even, suffered similar loss? What if they even lost more than their ships and cargo?
Staffing problems, eh? he said to himself. If it means I get a ship, I think this will do nicely.
Reasons for Joining: Read above.
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//OOC: Darn it, I forgot it was a "Short" bio. Blame Kerry, not me...
"He who has one thousand friends will find he has not a friend to spare, and he who has one enemy will find him everywhere."
***"WE"...begin*** :Of the Tlaloc's meeting the Gleamshrike:
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The Chief gets halfway through before falling asleep and cuddling up with the oddly placed mannequin in his office. When he wakes up, he finds Kerry and shouts at him as if the application had been accepted and Kerry was late for his first day of work.
* Qualifications: New York Fighter Academy, and a healthy dose of life experience.
* Brief Biography: Born to patriotic Libertonian parents, I always wanted to serve for the Liberty Police, maybe the Navy if that didn't work out. I didn't get the grades I wanted in high school, which stopped me from having a successful application to the Fighter Academy. So, I did it the hard way. Found an old ship, and freelanced my way around until I could prove that I knew what I was doing. Now, I've graduated from that academy, and I'm ready to serve.
* Reasons for Joining: Liberty is a standard that is set to everywhere else. I want to uphold that standard, and protect it until the day I die.
* 5kyp3 protocol: joshuajohnlee
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