[font=Arial Narrow][color=#999999]After waiting in line at the 81 Syndicate recruitment office at Seguro Refugio, you finally reach the man giving out application sheets. He stares at you coldly, eyeing you head to toe. Reluctantly, the man throws the application sheet at your face then shoves you out of the way for the next outcast to get his eyeing-down. You go to to the waiting room, where all the other applicants are seated, either filling out the form or eagerly awaiting their turn to check for approval. There you take a seat, grab a holo-pad, and begin looking over the application form:
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[color=#000000]Name:
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[color=#000000]Age:
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[color=#000000]Gender:
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[color=#000000]Background/Former Outcast work:
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[color=#000000]Why you want to join:
[font=Arial Narrow][color=#999999]After filling out the application, you head over to the small slit in the wall and turn in your holo-pad and application form there. A door to the right of slit opens and a man calls in an applicant. They enter the room, and shut the door behind them. Now that you know how it works, all that's left is to sit down and wait.
// It may look like i require something special, but that's not the case. Nice and simple is perfectly fine.
[color=#000000]Background/Former Outcast work:
I live with my father on a cardamine farm and the same can be said for the last 23 years.
When I was 15 however, I went on a smuggling run with a friend of my fathers, it was a thrill.
We were attacked by some corsairs and we fought them off.
The last several years have been pretty depressing,
I've been saving most of my earnings so I could one day buy a decent transport,
which I reckon I've got enough for now.
[color=#000000]Why you want to join: Profit and maybe fame, two things I wont find on a farm.
[font=Arial Narrow]A man steps out of the door, and calls in the name Garrus Riften. You walk towards the door, and enter the room. The man whom called you walks to the corner and stand there. But, your motives lie elsewhere. A man is sitting on the table with your application form.
[color=#000000]"Mister.. Uh.. Ah Mister Riften. Mhm. Alright. Says here you have a lot of experience with cardimine, working in the fields and all that. An absolutely excellent qualification. We need people who know how to handle the drug, and have had past experience working with it. But.. then i go down here and it says you seek fame and fortune. Now, those two goals aren't really what we're working towards. It may come with the job, sure, heh. But.. Perhaps you need to give me a real reason why you wish to join. Then i may consider accepting you."
A young man, Alanzo Salazar sat down and stared at the application form. He has been waiting in line for the past half hour and eagerly scribbles down his particulars.
Since young, I have been brought up as an Outcast. Taught to fight with grace and finesse, taught to become an ace pilot, just like my parents. However, it turns out I didn't have the "spark" in me. I was a below average fighter pilot. During training sessions, I often find my shielding drained to zero first. Sure, I could fly a fighter and had the basic skills, but it was still below the average mark for the Maltese navy. My parents decided I should follow a new course to help the Orange Dream. To become a smuggler.
Before I became a trainee pilot. I helped out with my grandparent's plantation. I helped them manage the cardamine fields. In turn, they taught me to distinguish the quality of the cardamine and the art of refining the plant.
I also have experience in flying transports and freighters, occasionally helping my grandparents shift small loads of cardamine planetside to various cartels and distributors. But the real place where I shine is avoiding contact. You may ask how did I acquire this skill. Well, to be honest, it came from hiding from fights while training during my fighter pilot days. I knew I could not stand up to my fellow peers in space superiority combat, so I did what I can to avoid them. During training sessions in asteroid fields, I would hide behind asteroid and turn off my ship's systems to lower my radar signature, hoping to lay a surprise attack and gain an unfair advantage. However, my apparent "skill" is often frowned upon by my peers and tutors alike and apparently has branded me as a "coward".
Trust me, I am not a coward. I am an opportunist, a strategist. I know I can't win by fighting honorably. It is common sense that if one is unable to fight, one should run or resort to unfair means to gain an advantage. And to quote an old Earth saying "All is fair in love and war".
Why you want to join:
I am simply a bad fighter pilot. So I simply cannot help our glorious empire by fighting on the front lines. But I still wish to help, even if not on the front lines. I wish to help spread the Orange Dream, personally spread it with my own hands. To spread the influence of cardamine to the population of Sirius and Gallia. To fulfill my parents wishes for me to be a loyal and deserving pilot of the Outcast empire.
Finishing his application form. He stands up and slips in application form into the small slit. He then eagerly awaits for his application to be reviewed.
//Even though technically speaking zynth would have to wait, both storylines will be happening at the same time. This applies to anyone else. There is no interaction between aplicants
[font=Arial Narrow]The man whom calls people to the spooky office emerged once more, yelling out the name of Salazar. They enter the room, and direction is now focused on the man with the application form in his hands.
[color=#000000]You look pretty solid, Mr. Salazar. Only one thing that really has the potential to make this Syndicate look bad. It seems you don't really have that much experience.. You would be joining a group of skilled professionals, they know how to pilot and defend their ships. Now.. I'm willing to pass you on through. But! You will be forced to learn from others, observe and take in the knowledge they chose to give to you. Is this understood? We don't need a pilot that suddenly curves off to the right and gets himself killed because he forgot to reset the gravity x energy and rate of speed docking mechanism..
Alanzo Salazar beamed, he was accepted. He nodded excitedly at the man.
"Yes sir. I understand. I will gladly learn from my superiors for the sake of our glorious empire. I promise I won't be making mistakes that will somehow lead to my demise."
Haha. Splendid. Enthusiastic, i like it. Now.. Go grab yourself a ship and contact our superiors. If you don't know your way around or are confused, too bad. Figure out.
As Vincente took the application sheet,he seemed a bit reluctant about it.Almost like he lost interest in whether or not he would be approved.
[color=#000000]He entered the waiting room and sat on a space further away from the other applicants,keeping his distance thus trying to concentrate on filling out the form.
Name:Vincente Delgado
[color=#000000]As Vincente saw the" Age" field he froze for a few seconds before filling it out. [color=#FFFFFF]Age:46
[color=#FFFF99]Where did all those years go?Shhhh...-thought Vincente
Gender:Male [color=#000000] [color=#000000]Vincente then noticed the "Background" field and gazed up on it for a couple of minutes.It seemed to got him thinking that he actually forgot that he needed to fill it in before his name gets called for.[color=#000000] Hmm,I probably shouldn't lie in here but I doubt that they'd entrust me with a job of escorting or even piloting one of their ships due to my injury.Ah to hell with it I used to be quite good at this...-thought Vincente
He then shifted his eyes upwards towards the "Age" field and was again reminded how he lost his confidence trough the years... [color=#FFFFFF]
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Well I'm not an educated man and I don't have to be for something like this.I didn't have a golden childhood nor did I dream of never-ending "orange" pastures of Malta.I was born on smugglers transport somewhere on a route to Liberty.My father was unsure of the exact system however so I never had a feeling of belonging somewhere.But that doesn't bother me that much.My father wasn't a man you could morally look up to and I guess I lot of it rubbed off on me.He was,however,quite a smuggler.That constitutes he was quite the ladies man and a smooth talker but more importantly he was some pilot.
Which says quite a lot about what my mother was like then huh?I probably shouldn't note that though I already dissed my self quite enough.I really have no confidence at all...and I'm old *sigh*-thought Vincente and thus loosing more precious time He thought me to memorize several routes and always plan ahead.He thought me that a carefully spoken word may work better then a laser shot.So I guess he wasn't all bad.
Anyways to keep it on topic,I'm partially sure that I'm an Outcast by blood.I've been escorting ships and doing the reckoning and planing for smugglers for years now.
My medical status is another story.I've suffered a severe injury during a route where I had to sacrifice my own ship to provide a distraction.It wasn't the brightest of ideas but It was the only one we had at the time. That was in the days when I had guts....-thought Vincente
The pay from it almost covered my medical bill *sigh*.I was in a hospital for 4 years.Due to the "accident" I lost my left leg but it was replaced by the wonders of todays medicine.
Suddenly Vincente name was called for and he had to quickly finish up. [color=#FFFFFF]I'm willing to provide escorting service for your business.
Does that last line stand out?Maybe they won't notice I was rushing it..
I guess this covers half of it..-thought Vincente
Garrus pauses for a second and thinks, he looks up at man and starts to quietly talk..
In my application form, I said the last several years have been depressing, they were depressing because I
watched corruption slowly crumble Malta's great glory. I want to change Malta, make it shine, like it once did.
With Fame and money we will be able to do that. Money is power.
[font=Arial Narrow]Yet again another applicant was called into the office to receive his judgment. Vincente's eyes were directed towards the man with his application form.
[color=#000000]Alright.. Looks like you've got some skill in escorting, and are a dedicated escort at that. The medical issue may be a problem, but if you can pilot a fighter like you used to then perhaps there won't be. Now let's say we 'were' to accept you as an escort of the Syndicate. What would your ship of choice be?