After getting off the hovering transit train on Planet Hamburg Jurgen proceeded to enter the Republican Express Headquarters.
There was a young woman sitting in the reception.
Jurgen - "Hi, I've heard RepEx is searching for new pilots in their Shipping Division, and since I have some past experience with this kind of thing I'd like to apply for a job." Young lady - "Sounds teriffic! Here's an application form and a pen. You can go over there and fill it out."
Jurgen smiled politely and walked over to the little desk sticking out of the wall where he could stand, and started filling the application out.
1. Name Jurgen Withispoon
2. Planet or Base of birth. Planet New Berlin, 790 A.S
3. Current living location. Bonn Station
4. Previous employment (If any). After I turned twenty I traveled to New York to try my luck. After 2 years I got a job piloting for Universal Shipping. I did that for 4 years, before having to resign due to some family business I had to attend to. My father got sick... I'm setup and ready for duty once again, but would like to get employed by a company that has headquarters a little more near my family.
5. In two sentences or less, what you hope to achieve in RepEx: Also, please decide which number you would give your ship, in the form RepEx-Shipping|### I hope to achieve greatness, and be proud at what I do. To rise to the standards of the Republican Express Corporation.
Shipping name should be:
RepEx-Shipping|557 (If it's available)
Jurgen walked back over to the receptionist. Jurgen - "Here you go" Young Lady - "Thank you" Jurgen - "So will you contact me if I get accepted or?" Young Lady - "Yes you will recieve a personal transmission from our Chief Executive Officer if he finds you fit for the job." Jurgen - "Thank you"
As Jurgen walked out of the RepEx Headquarters he couldn't help thinking about how great it would be to once again travel in a large transport amongst the stars.
After the city shuttle drops him off at the address mentioned on the transmission, he mutters to himself place sure looks a lot bigger than I remember. As he walks through the front entrance he cant help but think what it will be like to once again to fly under Republican Express colors. After a few minutes of reminiscing about old memories, the man approaches the front desk. The receptionist seated there was taking a phone call so the man took the time to flip through the Employee Handbook on the counter. Hmm I guess some things never change the man says to himself after reading a few pages. Can I help you sir? the receptionist says. Why yes you can dear Id like a job and I heard you are hiring declared the man. Ok here is an application the lady replied.
1. Name Axel Meyer
2. Planet or Base of birth. Plant New Berlin
3. Current living location. Same as above
4. Previous employment (If any). Many years ago I was a member of RepEx. Back in the days when AC Merc was still around. Well now Ive come out of retirement and Im looking to join back up if you will have me.
5. In two sentences or less, what you hope to achieve in RepEx: Also, please decide which number you would give your ship, in the form RepEx-
Well short and simple Im in it for two things; the credits and the excitement. If possible I would like to get my old numbers back, RepEx- 503
.:Incoming Transmission:.
Encoding: Minimal.
Sender: Markus Kaiser
Destination: Chief Executive Officer Michael Richter, Republican Shipping.
1. Name
Markus Kaiser
2. Planet or Base of birth.
New Berlin
3. Current living location.
I live, in and around all ze trading routes, where there was good contracts and opportunities, I have a home In New Berlin officially.
4. Previous employment (If any).
Wherever opportunity for good trading was found, I was there. Occasional contracts.
5. In two sentences or less, what you hope to achieve in RepEx: Also, please decide which number you would give your ship, in the form RepEx-Shipping|###
I would like to find a good company with goals to trade and trade and keep on trading, the job i love doing.
I would like mein ship designation to be RepEx-Shipping|117, if at all possible.
I am sorry to hear that your father is sick, but it brought you over to Republican, so that is a blessing, ja? We always have a place for experianced shipping captains, and you are certainly welcome in RepEx. Please refer to our Employee Start Up Guide and Employee Handbook and report in to our Corporate Headquarters. Let Human Resources know if your father's medical condition gets worse, we will work out some sort of leave for you. RepEx-Shipping|557 is reserved for you.
Be Profitable.
Michael Richter
5000 RepEx Way
Republican Headquarters
Planet Hamburg
Chief Executive Officer
Ahhh Herr Meyer, I certainly remember you. No, our Employee Start Up Guide and Employee Handbook have not changed much in the time you were gone. I do hope that retirement has been good to you, but I read you've been looking for more excitement.
If you feel comfortable at the helm of a ship, I would like to welcome you to RepEx for the credits, and Black Talon for the thrills. Report in to our Corporate Headquarters and we'll get you back in space in no time. Remind me when you see me to have an intern update the Employee handbook. I've kept 503 open for you.
Be Profitable.
Michael Richter
5000 RepEx Way
Republican Headquarters
Planet Hamburg
Chief Executive Officer
Is it my understanding that you were a freelance trade agent for some time? That is good experience, but Republican provides a more stable supply of jobs. I'm excited to offer you a position as a RepEx Shipping Captain. If you want, we can purchase your old ship so you can keep using it, if not, please follow the instructions in the Employee Start Up Guide. You will find guidelines in the Employee Handbook.
If you wish to keep your current ship (if you have one) please take it to Alster and re-register it as RepEx-Shipping|117 at your earliest convenience. When you have done so please report in to our Corporate Headquarters.
Be Profitable.
Michael Richter
5000 RepEx Way
Republican Headquarters
Planet Hamburg
Chief Executive Officer
* Incoming Transmission*
From: Alan Mason
Subject: Ocelot
Guten Tag
I'm pleased you decided on us. After talking to you late yesterday about RepEx and other things.
Although your background seems a bit sketchy from reading your application.
None of us in the office or in our Research and Development division heard of such a place, Sabastian.
A few background checks are being done by RnD and Police, due to the nature of the job.
Other then that name and application has been forwarded to the CEO for Approval. He is not in the office at the moment but he said he will be back later tonight.
Once your approved we can get your set up and up to speed.
Regards Alan Mason
Helios
Republican Security Chief
You probably will not find the space in your sirus data banks this space I come from is truly a crueling travel. I only heard about the Sirus Sector from a traveling grogger (strange little red spieces) My life in the sabatian was all but happy, I was worked till i passed out in my ship, the relentless waves of hostiles and my elite squad of escorts were shot down I was the only which remained. I was lucky that day. . . my life pod was carried from the blast and i was put into hyper sleep where i drifted for years till one day a sirus space junker picked me up and brought me in. They wanted to sell me on the market as a slave but I broke out and shot up the place demanding a ship. . . sorry I have rambled on. .
Anyways my current location is being figured out I believe I have stumbled into a system called california but trying to get out the space here is thick with hostiles.
The blond receptionist looks up just in time to see a brow haired young man with blue eyes approach the desk.
"Guten tag! Is there anything I could do for you sir?" the receptionist said happily.
"Yes ma'am, I have some combat experience in the past and I saw you had some job openings posted for -"
"The Talons!?" - the receptionist interrupted - "Yes! Of course we have openings. One moment please."
The man looked around, taking in the beautiful artwork setup around the waiting room as the receptionist to return with his paper work.
The receptionist silently returned and poked him on left shoulder trying not to startle the wannabe security pilot. The man jumped and swung around nervously adding:
"Ah, yes ma'am?"
"Just fill out this form and sign *here* and *here*."
"Ah, thank you."
"Is there anything else I could do for you meine herr?"
"Yes actually... Do you know how much time is left in the waiting room?
The receptionist stared vacantly at the man for a few seconds and finally asked:
"Excuse me?"
"Ahh... Nevermind."
The man walked back over to the waiting area and took a seat next to two other pilots who were filling out paper work.
Quote:1. Your name
Leon Fuerst. Age: 26 years old.
Quote:2. Planet or Base of birth
Freiburg Station, Stuttgart.
Quote:3. Current Residence
District 79, Planet New Berlin, New Berlin System.
Quote:4. Previous employment and combat experience
Back when I was a kid I helped out my father (Hans Fuerst) who, ironically, worked for RepEx at the time. We spent a lot of time in Bretonia and Omega space (on the side where I picked up this rather annoying Bretonian accent) trying to locate and plot new shipping routes for RepEx. That was unfortunately cut short when he died of an inherited heart condition when I was 17.
By that age I knew enough about small transport ships, such as the Humpback, to continue flying them by myself. Finding work wasn't easy, but I stuck to it. I would Freelance around the Omegas and pick up small trade and plotting missions. Of course finding work came at a price; I would often find myself on the business end of Hessian or Corsair laser weaponry. Using tactics that my father taught me, I slowly got better at eluding them.
By 24 years of age I was doing Freelance escort missions in an Eagle VFH for small independent trading companies and the influx of miners in the Omegas. By 26 I was working full time for the Bounty Hunters Guild and was given an opportunity, so long as I went through additional training, to join the Guild Core. Of course I enjoy working in the Private Sector, but the military like structure of the Core would have been just too much for me. I turned down the offer and left the Guild in search of a new job where I wouldn't be dragged into some kind of war with Omicron hiking gun nuts.
This is how I ended up here today.
Quote:5. In a short paragraph, please describe your motivation for joining Black Talon and why we should hire you.
My motivation stems from when my father worked for RepEx. However, back then we were not as fortunate to have such an extensive security wing as we do today. I feel it is my duty now to make up for the times when RepEx transports had no escorts or protection. More simply put, I will take care of whatever pirates and criminals that get in your company's way as swiftly as possible. I can't say I'm very fond of them (believe me, they have caused me more than enough grief as it is). However, I can tell you that I do not mess around at all when it comes to getting the job done.
Got a route being tolled by some dummkopf Hessian wako? Send me out I will make it my mission to make him leave and never come back through reasoning or other wise. Although weapons are effective tools, they only go so far. Negotiation and reasoning are also effective tools at preventing piracy. Sometimes you just need to talk them into bothering an easier target, a tactic that has come in helpful numerous times in the Omegas.
I also have advanced experience with navigating the obstacles of the Omegas and additional knowledge of the locals in Bretonia, both skills that help when your convoy is on the verge of missing a deadline.
Lastly, I have gained extensive experience in escorting high profile targets such as CEO's, executives, and bank shipments through my work in the Bounty Hunter's Guild.
I believe I have effectively outlined my motivation and experience to the best of my ability in this document, however if you have further questions my Sk4y3 ID is bitterkomet.
Sincerely,
- Leon Fuerst
Leon read over the document one last time before standing up and approaching the receptionist desk. Looking around Leon could see the receptionist was no where to be seen. Slightly irritated that he had no where to place the document, he placed a small adhesive note on it and wrote "Please read!" and left the application near an empty folder on the receptionist's desk.
Leon checked the time on his personal neural net tablet and realized he was late for an appointment and jogged out of the waiting room hoping the receptionist would find his application.