I would like to join 202nd.I think the Outcast is the best faction so im joined to the friendly faction like HF RoS.
Im always attack the corsairs with my Outcast char so i do the simple outcast work, but i want to be fulfil Outcast that's why i would like to join. Im good at VHF's.
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***Comm ID: Commander Mia Bonello, Battleship MNS Requiem***
Pilot Rodari, I'm sorry, but your service record isn't quite what we're looking for. May I suggest Reaper Squadron? Bonello out.
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Mia sat back in her chair as she hit the Send key and grabbed her forty-ounce bottle of Off-White Duck and took a sizable hit. GOD how she hated paperwork. Next. Oh, this was interesting...
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***Comm ID: Commander Mia Bonello, Battleship MNS Requiem***
Mister Gidoen,
I have reviewed your case, and, though we are not usually in the habit of allowing non-Outcasts into the squadron, your story is moving...if you are to join us, I suggest you get yourself some Cardamine and snort it in small amounts till you arrive, so you become acclimatized to our air and it will be feasible for you to interact with the rest of our population without having to use an oxygen filter. As for your skills, one of the reasons we created the Howling Spirits was as a training exercise, and this particular situation seems to apply. Report to Malta with a Saber and we'll put the 202nd Greenhorn colors on it (//the character's name should be Marn.Gidoen[202nd] ) and see how you do.
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Quote:Quick comment - we thought that Panzer was the Leader, Swift. -Agmen
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*** Source: Planet Malta, Omicron Alpha system ***
*** Comm ID: Enrique Martinez ***
*** Comm Destination: Commander Mia Bonello ***
Commander,
Greetings. My name is Enrique Martinez and I am interested in joining the 202nd.
I was born on Malta 25 years ago and was raised to be a pilot, like many Outcasts before me. There was nothing spectacular about my upbringing: I scored well enough in school and my piloting is above average. Upon being granted my wings, I managed to commandeer a train, the Traveler, that I have used for smuggling missions into the heart of Liberty space. There were several close calls, but I have managed to keep my ship intact so far.
The riches I gained from such a lucrative route allowed me to buy a Sabre from the Malta docks in short time. Due to my lack of experience with the Corsairs, I hastily named it the Praetorian, a group of warriors I had read about from ancient Rome on Terra. At the time, I didn't think anything of the funny look the ship dealer gave me...
Buying a Sabre was the best thing I've done. I have explored all of Outcast space and visited most of our bases. I have flown into Bretonia to assist our allies, the Mollys. I have entered Liberty space to assist the Lane Hackers, Liberty Rogues, and the Junkers. With difficulty, I have explored Rheinland and assisted the Hessians and Bundschuh. I have explored the border worlds and I have located several routes to the Corsair home system, but I haven't had the courage yet to explore that system.
I've assisted the Outcasts at the recent battle in Omicron Eta against Corsairs. Although I didn't last long, I hope this shows my loyalty to Malta. I have also performed pirating activities both alone and with members of the Blue Lotus Syndicate, most recently the ship Zapp.
I may not be the best pilot around, but my loyalty is to Malta and her orange grasses. I hope this is enough to grant me admission into the 202nd. Thank you.
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***Comm ID: Commander Mia Bonello, Battleship MNS Requiem***
You're in. Pilot history shows an excellent service record; you've got a good hand in that Saber, my pilots tell me, I've seen you fly once or twice, and I've been impressed, even with the interesting naming conventions you came up with (I have a picture of that on my wall...hehehe), so suit up, fly over to Corsica and find my office. I'll have a locker in the ready-room opened up for you. The tech boys will install a permanent 66th Transponder and get your Saber painted in our colors. Everything we have on you is good. I'll have Kaela run up against against you, god knows I need the practice too. See you when you get there; Bonello out.
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Quote:Quick comment - we thought that Panzer was the Leader, Swift. -Agmen
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Source: Freeport 10, Tau-37 System Comm ID: Santino Malvasi Destination: Commander Bonello, Battleship MNS Requiem Subject: Application to Join the 66th Fighter Wing
Commander Bonello,
I come to you seeking to join the 66th Fighter Wing, to join a group known for its comradeship and determination. Tales of the courage and valour shown by your men and women have spread far and wide, and I too wish to be a part of those stories.
A son to a middle-class mixed family (half Outcast, half Zoner), I have been brought up living on the various Freeports in Sirius, but since the passing of my parents, I feel adrift, without a purpose. Speaking to the various Outcasts I have met during my travels, I see the emotion and devotion with which they speak of their home and cause. To be under your command, would allow me to finally realise that which has been missing for so long, a sense of belonging as well as a goal to aspire towards..
I had tried to take the opportunity to fly as many types of spacecraft as possible, from a humble freighter to a mighty very heavy fighter. Although my skills are not as developed as I would like, with practice, I am sure they will become a force to be reckoned with.
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***Comm ID: Commander Mia Bonello, Battleship MNS Requiem***
The general consensus is positive. Get your Saber or Falcatta painted up in the [202nd] colors-the side should read:
Santino.Malvasi[202nd]
We try to use all-Outcast weaponry here, so if possible make that so, though if it lowers combat efficiency by all means, do as you find necessary...Welcome to the fold, pilot.
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Quote:Quick comment - we thought that Panzer was the Leader, Swift. -Agmen
Comm ID: Alonzo Lucien del Castillo. Signal destination: Commander Mia Bonello. Signal origin: Planet Malta, residential settlement 238. Ward 17. Subject: Application for service.
I am but a humble outcast, son of son, child of child. For generations my family had lived on our glorious world until y father took it upon himself to seek new fortunes and fates within the sector. When I was but a young boy we set from Malta and made for fringe worlds. We were greeted with great success at first, good money on the free ports you know? My father was happy, my was pleased. I was content; however as with life and its unfortunate way of emulating the twisting body of a serpent all was struck into chaos. While en route for Freeport 10, not far from the home of all Outcasts were befallen, a Corsair raid was in progress. We were targeted immediately. Our transport was badly damaged, the hull ruptured, shields inoperable.
I recall the horrific cracking and splintering noise as the forward section decompressed, my father along with it. My mother, she scrambled to launch me into the only remaining life pod. She succeeded but at the cost of her own life, I remember crying for days as I drifted through the solar tides of the system until I was finally rescued by an IMG patrol. My body was weak and frail, my nerves shot; everything was a dream, but not a dream. My next visions were of the burnt orange skies of my homeland, of Malta. I now reside here once more but I seek to protect this land, this world so that all children of Malta may live without fear of raid or murder, with family and friend together in happiness. I seek now employ in the service of the [202nd] Howling Spirits: Malta Assault Squadron. Please Commander, consider me for this position, I seek only to protect our kin, and wreak vengeance unto out enemies.
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***Comm ID: Commander Mia Bonello, Battleship MNS Requiem***
Approved. Slaughtering Corsairs is what we're all about here, pilot, and your service record is exemplary. There will be a Saber prepped for you in Launch Bay 307-D, flying our colors. Tell the techs to put Alonzo.Castillo[202nd] in the pilot-name slot. Bonello out.
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Quote:Quick comment - we thought that Panzer was the Leader, Swift. -Agmen
Carlos walked in and sat down at a table, his hands fidgeting endlessly. He missed the long yellow grass and the smell, the smell of home.
"Carlos 'La Mal' Diego," a woman spoke next to him. He looked up, a hardened looking woman was staring down at him."What did you want to see me about, Tonto?"
"Hermana," He said slowly,"I want to return. I wish to fight for Malta once again"
"You wish to return now?" she sneered."You would be lucky to polish her boots after what you have done."
"Please, Juanita, I just want to go home." He was almost on his knees now, though his pride kept him from that.
"We will see what she says, but do not expect a warm welcome, La Mal."
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Name: Carlos 'La Mal' Diego
Occupation: Gunboat Pilot
Current Vessel: None
Quick History: Served with the Malta Guard at its inception, but after an accident in space began to wander Sirius, Cardamine withdrawals driving him slightly sadistically insane.
"Frank," growled a low voice, with a distinctive Hispanic, yet Italian accent, "I hope that you understand the difference between fifty million and fifty thousand. Do you understand this mathe-matical difference? Eh? Frank?"
"Frank" was sitting in on his stool, as usual, in the darkest corner of Buffalo base, where the lights in the ceiling above at gone out. Billy "Bones" Gordon, the bartender on late nights, was diligently scrubbing marks and stains off glasses that the unruly crowd had used only a few hours before. Frank glanced at Bones for help, but the man was more concerned with his glasses, raising each one up to the light after meticulously scrubbing them. Back against the bar table, Frank faced an olive-skinned man of medium stature, dressed in a loose beige suit. Behind him were three taller, gruffer men, wearing heavy black flight jackets, all with a distinctive black tube that hung from behind their ears and into their noses and two other Liberty Rogues.
"Frank? Are you listening to me?" asked the same, Hispanic-Italian voice. The owner of the voice removed a small, antique inhaler, shook it, and stuck the mouthpiece into his mouth. He pushed down on the small tank in the inhaler, and short, quick hissing noise was produced. The owner of the voice grunted, twisted his neck back, and felt the dim light of the room grow brighter as his pupils dialated.
Bones, the bartender, knew better than to interrupt. He was a fellow rogue, but he stuck his neck out for no one, especially when it meant that his neck would be in the way of men like Joaquim Dattaglia. The Maltese druglord ran a small time Cardamine operation in Liberty and Rheinland, and several of the Rogues of Buffalo were essentially his mules. Knowing a deal gone arwy was about to occur, Bones accepted the bribe early on, before Frank knew anything about it at all. Within fifteen minutes, Frank Loeter would be shoved into an airlock, regardless of what he did.
Dattaglia snapped his fingers across Frank's face. "Frank, my friend, where's my money?"
"Jesus, Joe, I'll have it by next week, promise, okay? Okay man? You cool with that?" murmured Frank.
Joaquim Dattaglia and several other similarly suited men behind him laughed. "You're a very funny man, Frank. Very funny. 'Joe?'"
The other men laughed. The bartender, Bones, did not. In fact, he found it disgusting, and tried to focus on his work. He had three more glasses to clean. Why did he clean so quickly? Bones cursed under his breath.
"Frank," said Joaquim Dattaglia, "I'll cut you a deal, you don't give me my money, and I'll toss you in the airlock, or you give me my money, and..."
Before Dattaglia could finish, Frank was off the stool and on his knees, sobbing. "Joe, aw cmon man, please man, I'll get you your money, please, just this once, man! Have I ever let you down before, Joe?"
Dattaglia did not respond, but instead, bent down, and grabbed Frank on the back by the folds of his jacket, and lifted him up back onto the stool. With a quick jerk, a fist appeared and sent two of Frank's yellowish white bones out of his mouth and skidding across the bar table. One of them landed in a clean glass that Bones just cleaned. Bones cursed.
"Never, ever, interrupt me as I am speaking," demanded Dattaglia, "My name is Joaquim, not 'Joe,' capiche?"
Frank simply sagged in his seat and cried, trying to hold back the river of red that drained from the open wounds in his mouth.
Dattaglia turned to the two Liberty Rogues. "Shoot him, and dump him in the airlock."
The Outcasts looked at Dattaglia expectantly.
"What are you waiting for? Get my Sabre suited up and ready," commanded Dattaglia.
The Outcasts smiled at each other. "Expecting a promotion so soon? You'll have to work your way back up, Senor. We trust you have the funds, we're just the escorts."
Dattaglia frowned. The effects of the last burst were wearing off already. "The things I go through for Mia...," he muttered, leaving with the Outcasts.
Bones, the bartender, sighed a breath of relief as he slide the last clean glass back onto the rack. Just as he sat down to relax, he heard footsteps.
"Yo man, did you see how I nailed that LPI?? Did ya see? Huh?"
Bones, banged his head against the wall. More cleaning before the night is over. He needed a new job.
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