Slash of a Voynix,
metal scent,
the artificial blood
Centurion Leader Mep Ahoo, a Roc-vec, was born in the asteroid fields near Earth.
Initially, a laborer, in the same area, the course of his life changed when the seed ship he was initially supposed to board was destroyed. His decision to not board it, and to sabotage the bolt couplings on a Coalition transport and use the transport pod to board one of the sleeper ships (presumably the Hispania), saved his life.
His ability to hibernate for long periods, allowed him to travel on the sleeper ship. He was supposed to come out of hibernation when the jump drives were disengaged upon arrival to the new system, but the insulation in his compartment interfered with his sensory perception and he remained in hibernation for several centuries.
He woke at least two centuries before the events concerning the Nomads, carving out his new life in Sirius, first as a transport captain, who made ends meat collecting bounties placed by various groups, and eventually as a Border Worlds patrolman who fought the Voynix, self-replicating creatures, who seemed to have entered this universe through a rip in the fabric of the universe as a result of a reaction between the Phantom Ember and the exploding core of the Talarca cruiser that crashed into Planet Cambridge.
He was anonymously payed an incredible amount of credits to quietly rid Sirius of these bio-mechanical creatures. With his success, he was also awarded a new ship.
During his bounty-hunter days, one well-known event was his clash with a Reaper, that nearly destroyed his transport. He thought of an ingenious way to survive the fight by magnetically attaching an escape-pod, with a Voynix inside, to the Reapers fighter, mid-flight. The result was the Voynix tearing through the hull and eventually attacking the Reaper pilot. 'Quite a large birch to have been chopped down by himself', as an [Angel] once said.
Since then, Mep Ahoo has continued his life as a patrolman, while moonlighting as an 'aggressive' investigator. His finances have been amassed from his lucrative deals with the aforementioned company.
His reputation is well-known. few have encountered him face-to-face. Those who have, have been left to contemplate their end - financially and biologically - in the void of space.
He is under periodic contract with a company that deals with security issues all over Sirius: The Star Core. (Rest assured their clients are on good terms with the I.N.D.).
Also should the Interspace Neuralnet Division Company Security Authority need my specific skill-set, I will be happy to oblige them as well.
//skype name will be given upon acceptance
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***************************Light of the moon
Moves west, flowers' shadows
Creep eastward.********************************
Well hey there.
My names Tia, Tia Morgan. I'm 24 in June, and I call Liberty home. Well, somewhere on Manhattan anyway.
I was born out in Bretonia, on Planet New London. My Mom died due to some sort of complications with the birth. Daddy looked after me well though, he made sure I got my licences and went to college. I've left New Harvard a year or two ago with a Bachelor of Commerce (BCom) and a double major in Economics and Finance. I guess you could say money is what I do for a living now.
You see, flying is in my blood. My Father does it for a living, his father... and his fathers father. All respected pilots about the place. Being family 'tradition' you'd be right in guessing I've been out and about in the docks and on the transport ships for a fair few years now. I worked as a pilot of a small frieghter for runs around the local town. I remember this one time...... Uhm. Hang on, no, thats not why I'm here.....
Where was I........ Right, ok. So, I've done a bit of trading before, thats cool. Space is dangerous but it is oh so pretty in places. After I left Manhattan, I went on a bit of an adventure. You know, a gap year of sorts. I wanted to get out and see Sirius, and the only problem is now I don't want to stop. I want to join you guys here in IND and do great things, and see the sights while making money doing what I love..... Flying around in space that is, and seeing the sights about the place.... Yeah, you got that before I explained it didn't you. Oh well, better safe then sorry.
Appart from all the roaming I tend to do (because not all who wander are lost, sometimes, most of the time they really are), I spend a bit of time doing stuff like painting and making music. I have a few friends about the place, most of which I keep in touch via the Neural net.... Its a bit tricky having a coffee with someone in Rheinland when your in Bretonia, right? Oh, and coffee..... Thats my habit of choice. As long as I have that, I'm happy. I also talk a lot, but thats because I have a lot to say, not because I love the sound of my own voice, or something. I dunno. Either way, I know I can be a bit overwhelming at times, but thats ok! As well as being good in a good old fashion convoy, I work well on my own, so if I get too over the top just send me out on a sandwich run and we'll all be happy. I mean really. Can you be mad while your eating a sandwich? I didn't think so.
Speaking of sandwiches, there is this amazing cafe down on....... Bah, I'm starting to ramble again..... So anyway.... before I forget there was something about cutting down a tree, right? Why would I be cutting down a tree when I could be paying someone else to do it? And more importantly, why is that tree getting cut down in the first place? Is it in a silly place thats going to cause problems?
A broken tree cut***************************
Brings no shade to the weary ********************************Then what good is it?
Greetings, I am Daniel Bloggs, son of Fred Bloggs founder and administrator of freeport 101, my father wants me to stay home untill i grow old, he thinks its best that i stay at home and operate the freeport. there was a time when i looked forward to doing this, many years ago, that was untill i left the freeport to gather supplies, i saw the most amazing thing, i saw employees of IND flying brand new shiny ships not only this but they told me that they where going places i could only dream of, that day i heard about Kusari and Liberty and Bretonia...and so much else.
Ever since that day i have dreamed of doing something, being someone, going somewhere. I hear that IND can offer all that and much more, so thats why i want to join IND, there i believe i will be offferd more than a job but rather a future and a carrer that will last a life time.
So what can i offer to IND, i can offer you little more than my ability to fly a ship and some very basic knowledge of places around me, but im willing to learn and to work hard to become the best at what i do, when my father learned of my plans to give this application he surprisingly agreed and suggested i should go, with that he gave me some funds to buy a new ship, so i guess you wont have to spend any credits on buying me a new ship then.
I will work hard and do whatever IND wants me to do i can be a very good worker if some one will give me the chance, all i want in return is the chance to see the stars, foriegn lands, new people.
So there you have it, what i can offer to IND and what i want in return, oh i do hope that my application is selected. as well as this i can offer one last thing, the rights to my very own haiku:
invisible thrusting
the mountain raises
all of us
Should my application be accepted...or in the worst case scenario denied please inform me via skype protocol you will be able to contact me via "danski2012" encryption methods.
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Konnichiwa, I hear you fine fellows are in the market for getting rich..er. **He chuckles rather loudly** Count me in, I'm interested. And I swear, this better not be another damn organization asking for hand-outs. The last one that pestered me ended up with some, er.. minor accounting errors. **He coughs, nodding.** I've attached my resume. Oh, and that stupid haiku thing. Thought that was just a Kusarian thing? No matter.
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Kenji Ryoto, aged 23. Third son of Onuro Ryoto and Sayo Ryoto, youngest child. Recently inherited Ryoto Insurance after the untimely demise of both parents and previous two sons and single daughter. Born on Luxury Liner Mackinac. Previously employed with Samura Industries as an accounting manager for Shinjuku Station.
Profits floating by
Not by failure but by wish
Now my blade you kiss
---//OORP Biography---
Kenji Ryoto had the luxury of being born into an extremely wealthy family. He had always felt a high sense of self-entitlement, thinking himself above everyone else. There's not many times he's been proven wrong in that respect, but.. Well, that's what money's for.
Money is the root of all happiness, some might say. Kenji's one of the ones who believe that. Without money, you have nothing. Every year, his parents held a charity ball. Giving money away to the ones too lazy or too great of failures to get it themselves. Why should the weak rise up on the shoulders of the strong? Why should we bear their weight, if they cannot bear it themselves? The charity ball infuriated him. Nevertheless, he sucked it up and shook hands, smiling an unbelievably fake smile at the ones who were robbing both himself and his family of money.
Every year, the ball went on. And every year, ever since he was 16, himself and his parents fought over it. They argued that it's their duty to "give back to the community" but that's a load of crap. The community did not give us our success, we took it. We owe the community absolutely nothing.
Every year, his rage built. Every year, it became harder to contain. He became extremely distant with his family, none shared his view and that disgusted him. Not even his siblings did, his older and supposedly better siblings. He thought he could do better, but he'd have a fat chance at that. Three older heirs to the corporation, and his parents weren't even dead yet. He could change that.
For months he plotted and schemed in his head how it would happen, what he would do afterwards. At the end of each scheme, it somehow failed. He doubted himself in the ability to do it correctly, something he's never done. But.. that's what money's for.
The locking mechanisms on the overly-large safe slid open, and Kenji stepped into the vault. Vast mountains of currency that would make anyone drool.. Including himself. He wiped his lips dry and rooted around, counting out the bills he needed and shut the vault behind him with an ominous slam.
It was a dark evening, suitably gloomy for the task at hand. Maybe even a tad cliche, he thought. Reaching into his pocket, withdrawing a despicably cheap and low-quality pre-paid satellite phone. Glancing around, he tapped a button on it and dropped both the phone and a bulging brown bag into a nearby trashcan. His siblings were taken care of, but he wanted to take care of his parents. Oh, how sweet this would be.
On the other corner of town, he slipped a large sum of money into a grimy and especially terribly dressed individual. Gallic drugs were apparently all the rage, now. His parents would die, just as the filthy degenerates they pay our money to do every day.
Creeping into their bedroom, he made the necessary arrangements. A lit candle, a spoon, the works. But, the most finishing touch, was the two syringes. Pre-filled, he was much too refined to actually get it ready himself of course. He had already drugged them with sleeping pills, a last act of kindness in the form of their favorite tea. A small needle prick surely couldn't hurt..
Sirens were going off all around as his butler found them dead the next morning, dropping the daily bed in breakfast tray all over the floor. He was sure to make the appropriate reaction, crying profusely to seemingly no end. All of his siblings and both his parents had just died, after all.
It was speculated that the Ryoto family had been the victim of a vicious contract killing by an unknown party, and he wasn't going to argue with that. And so, after inheriting the business and liquidating it for all he could get, he left for Rheinland. Kusari be damned, he hated rice anyway.
Relay station: Active_
Origin: Wall Street Station, Oita
Addressee: Ryoto, Kenji and Bloggs, Daniel
Encryption: medium
Subject: Your applications
Mister Ryoto,
it seems that you're already familiar with some forms of luxury but there's still more to be discovered. You should know how to handle delicate situations and let's hope you have an eye for business opportunities too.
You'll receive a little communique via private channels shortly with the information you'll need.
In case you haven't figured it out yourself, you just became a part of our staff.
Welcome aboard,
Blake C. Monroe
Vice President of Quality Management
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Mister Bloggs,
it seems your application became lost for a while but our staff department was able to recover it from all the different files. I've gotta say it ain't the best one we've seen so far but we've decided to give you a chance within the IND.
We'll watch your progress along us for a while and will make our final decision a little bit later.
Hope you ain't gonna disappoint us.
Signed,
Blake C. Monroe
Vice President of Quality Management
Haiku: I walk across sand
And find myself blistering
In the hot, hot heat.
"Greetings. My name is Ryan Wylde. I've heard of your organisation, the Independent Neuralnet Division. I'd like to become a part of it, I think I should retire from my old life, and start something less dangerous.
I've done a lot of things in my life, but I will try to make it all short but well detailed."
He sighs deeply and starts talking:
"I was born on Freeport 2, 793 A. S. My father was an LSF agent and my mother, whom I never met was actualy unknown but Rheinland origin. My father never talked about her.
Since my father was quite busy with his job, I've spent most of time with my grandfather on Planet Denver, where he worked as carpenter.
I was nice little fella' but, I had bad habbit, to steal. Just for fun, yes." He laughs a bit and continues:
"After few years, my father decided to move to Bretonia, for his retirement. I was very upset, I had to leave my home, my friends. We've moved to Planet Cambridge, I had no other fun than to steal. I've tried to pickpocket a police officer, so I could take his stun gun... and I got caught.
I was sent to a reform school or rather something they liked to call a "juvenile correctional center". I've met guy there called Leon Matthews, we were friends until our correction time was over. He joined Bretonian Armed Forces and, I decided to go bounty hunting, as Bounty Hunter."
He clears his throat and continues:
"After long time, as I was getting better and better, I've found myself a new friend. Brandon Cox was his name. What made us best friends was that fact that we were nearly same personalities, what I liked he did too. We've heard about BHG Core, which was more like paramilitary force. After we recieved invitation, we cleared our papperwork and our indetifications and headed straight away to start our new lives as Core agents.
Now, it becomes sad.
It was ordinary day, my friend went onto patrol. He actualy never got back, his last location was Kiribati fields. He was reported as MIA. I was very dissapointed, again alone, without true friend, I've left Core straight away and headed back to Freeport 9 in Theta. I was being quiet for some time, sometimes freelancing, escorting convoys until, one day I've met reaper, called Kate Golanska. I told her my story and she invited me to organisation called Reapers of Sirius. She was also very kind and gave me everything I needed, a Sabre with full equipment.
I was dedicated to Skull Squadron and after some time me and Kate, who became my new best friend, opened bar called Angel Wings on Safe Heaven station.
And after some time I've left Reapers too. It just wasn't what I've looking for. I had everything to be honest. I was back to Freeport 9, where I am now at the moment, to enjoy in life without working since, I've had a lot of credits.
As you may see, I've done a lot in my life, I have a lot of experience, I can do a lot of stuff.
Reply to me soon, I don't like to wait."
He ends up transmission.
:::Transmission End:::
//Sorry if I've made mistakes with grammar somewhere.
<"From Darkness, lead me to Light. From Ignorance, to Truth. From Death, to Immortality.">
Addressees: Mr. Ryan Wylde
Sender: Vice President Blake C. Monroe, QM
Encryption: Tango-Niner-Bravo-Juliett
Subject: Your application
Mister Wylde,
your application has been received and discussed among the board. Also the background checks haven't shown anything that could speak against you right now.
Therefore your application has been accepted and you may call yourself a member of the Independet Neuralnet Division as of now.
Attached to this transmission is the security clearance code for our facilities and the encrypted radio channels. A copy of our regulations will be handed towards you once you've set up a vessel bearing the registered prefix.
Born on Planet Stuttgart, Stuttgart System, Rheinland Space in the year 789 A.S. as the onliest child of a Rheinlandish farmer daughter and a Libertonian buisnessman. (Provocating for today's militaries, isn't it?)
His parents married a couple of months after they had met on vacation on Planet Baden-Baden and felt in love with each other; things which were possible before the great conflict between Rheinland and Liberty. (*sigh*)
Raised on an idyllic farm near a great town with a space port, he has had a great childhood. Three of Hans' most favourite things: Fishing, looking at the spacecrafts arriving and departing at the local space port, and a strong, early interest in nature. (Especially in animals...and how they are constructed. You can imagine the joy of the parents finding the "objects of interest" in the kitchen.)
Brutally interrupted in the joy of childhood, he was sent to school in the age of six. Average at nearly all subjects (and one time failing because of mathematics, *yuck*), he has finished school in the age of 18 1/2. But biology was still the most interesting thing for young Hans...
For all people out there who are decent connoisseurs of human nature, the next step of Hans' decision is clear...
After one year of lazering around after finishing school, fascinated by two of his three favourite things, he finally decided to study biology on another planet, entering the mighty phase of indipendence.
Fortunatly, he was accepted at an university on New Berlin. Good news so far. Bad news for his parent's wallet. After three years of studying, the state subsidy was cut due to economical difficilities in Rheinland. Doing well and standing right before his Bachelor, Hans decided to finish the job, regardless the costs...literally.
Taking nearly two years off from university, he tried to make his livings by his own and save some money for studying. Long story, short version: Working as a pilot for a frighter transporting luxury goods between Baden-Baden and New Berlin, he got the grip of how to fly a spacecraft after a few weeks, paid an old friend at an IT University from the job's earnings to hack the Rhino's ID and controlls and flew away with the spacecraft, working as a Freelancer.
One year has passed and a good sum was saved for university, Hans' attentionw as drawn to a very interesting offer by Daumann: They were searching for experienced pilots who were willing to fly in the empty space of the recently discovered Koeln System to search for minerals in change for 0.1% of the profits which are made in the future by exploiting those minerals. Taking the chance and having some luck, Hans was able to find a rich Aluminium field deep inside an asteroid field. With the preemie given by Daumann plus the 0.1% profit, he invested some more in Koeln...
Finally having enough money, he decided to continue his studies, since the money flows now by its own. After years of researching and specializing, he got his certificate in biology, genetical engineering and xenology.
With the whole family safe and monitary secured, he began to travel around Sirius...looking for joy, interesting occurences and people who are willing to have a nice conversation...Sirius is full of madness, emotions and actions...
which is Hans' most favourite thing to do by now. This way, one day he met a gentlemen from IND...
The rest of the story is history, or however....
Addressees: Mr. Hans von Goeben
Sender: Vice President Blake C. Monroe, QM
Encryption: Tango-Niner-Bravo-Juliett
Subject: Your application
Guten Tag Herr von Goeben,
after a discussion among the board I hereby inform you that your application has been rejected. First of all we don't really understand why a scientist - it seems somewhat good in his field of expertise - would imagine to achieve among a trading division. We don't run no fancy labs with animals, bacteria or viruses. So regarding that case you might be better off with some research division or the touts of Cryer.
You mentioned some expertise in transportation but frankly you can't compare "shuttle flights" within two systems to our Sirius wide network of customers and contracts.
Also the board thinks that you lack a certain bit of creativity as research showed that the Haiku you provided was to be found in old archives from Sol. A good amount of enthusiasm and creativity is mandatory for our employees during their daily routine.
About myself,i'd keep this short,my name is Alex John,born on Planet Manhattan in 795 A.S,i was born to a very wealthy family,one of the highest of the Manhattan Elite,i was taught in the most expensive school,then i went to Los Angeles,California,where i studied and finally went out with a graduation.
Well,I used the family money to buy myself a Crane,and some luxury villa on Planet Denver.So i started my one-man business,and started hauling ore from Alberta to New London,i made a lot of cold,hard cash.
As far as i know,IND is a very good business company where i see a lot of endless possibilities,the company is very famous in Sirius,the best business and commerce company i ever came across.So that's my reason for joining you.
If i am employed,i already have a ship to make you guys happy.