// Deungo, in-rp you do not see the applications of others nor do you know they even exist. If you want to help someone pm them or something, don't do it here. And Trackpad told me he will try again so it's np.
--INCOMING TRANSMISSION--
--ID SIGNATURE: Benjamin.Colt "Broken.Benjamin*--
--LOCATION: Manhattan's Black Market--
--ENCRYPTION LEVEL: Higher than the half-dozen rogues who just bought my "Medical" shipment--
Well, to start , I'm Benjamin, Everyone calls me ben or "Broken.Benjamin". I don't get the damn nickname. I'm 34, And if you Haven't figured it out by now, I'm male. And I'm one of the best damn Smugglers you'll ever speak to. It's a fact, I can talk my way out of almost anything, Well that or shoot my way out of it. I've been a smuggler all my entire *Static*-ing life. The first thing I ever smuggled were 7 packs of cigarettes to my friends in gym-class. Since then I've moved onto things that include and are not limited to; Slaves, Light Arms, Cardimine, Synthetic Marijuana, Military vehicles And various other things. I've been bringing Laborers to planet malta the past few years. I've nver had an unstatisfied customer, Well except for the few that were just set-ups from the LPI, Those "false" clients are now rotting in manhattan's sewer system. Thanks to my friends, The outcasts.
*He pauses and smokes his cigarette for a few seconds*
I guess the reason I'm interested is, just to fly under some colors for once. Independent traveling frankly is just too damn risky. And I've got to repay the outcasts somehow. They helped me put Police corpses in a God-*Static-mn sewer!
Anyways, Take me in for consideration and all that...
*He puts out his cigarette and flicks it out to the side.*
Source - The 81 Syndicate
Location - Recruitment Office
Topic - 'Broken Benjamin'
ID - *****
What the? Sending a transmission instead of getting your ass down here yourself? What, are you scared or something?
Well.. Aside from the fact that you sent in a transmission instead of a real application, everything looks solid. You seem to have experience, and a good enough reputation with the Outcasts. But! 'Good enough' isn't good enough for me. If you were to join our ranks, you would be an Outcast and a loyal one at that.
My father was a Cardamine farmer on Malta and that's where I spent a lot of my early life. I was always expected to take over from him after that while my younger brother went to fight for the nation. But always the rebellious child I refused to have my fate dictated to me and left home as soon as I was able. I haven't really talked to anyone in my family since and I don't particularly have any desire to.
I drifted around for quite a while after that. Landed a few dead end jobs, flew around as a mercenary for a bit, and even played in a band at one point. But sooner or later everyone has to grow up. So I grew up and came back to Malta. I didn't really want to make nice with my father but I still wanted to help the nation somehow. I decided to put my experience as a mercenary to use and here I am.
Why you want to join:
Like I said, I want to help the Outcasts and this is the only way I can really think of doing that. Plus the paycheque is... alluring. But that's just the icing on the cake.
[font=Arial Narrow]Eva Garza was called into the room. She entered quickly and the door shut behind her, Eva now focused on the recruitment officer whom appeared a little confused and concerned, but kept his composure.
[color=#000000]Only one question for you, Miss Eva Garza. Why us?
Eva thought about the question for a moment. Trying to think how best to put her thoughts into proper words. After a moment she organized the turmoil of her mind.
"I suppose its simply that I didn't want to be a pawn in the infighting between the different leaders on Malta. I wanted to make a difference and I figured I could do that better here."
Enrico rubs at his chin as he taps away on the holo-pad, filling out the form. Thoughts of the promised cardi-cookies were rolling around in his mind, mildly distracting him. He shakes his head quickly to clear his thoughts and carries on.
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Name: Enrico Moreno [font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Age: 24 [font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Gender: Male, but why should it matter, you got no equal opportunities here? [font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Background/Former Outcast work: I'll sum it up briefly for you, you've probably read enough full-blown life stories recently;
I've been brought up moving cardamine, growing up on my Pa's transport. I'm Maltan born, but unfortunately we don't have our own plantation, so we do what we can by smuggling for those that do. I've been brought up as a true Outcast and want to help push Cardamine across all of Sirius. To help with this, my Pa got me a ship about a half dozen years back now with the money he made from smuggling, and until a month ago, we'd fly together into Liberty and back. I regret it now, but at the time, I thought he'd be fine. I met a girl, here on Seguro Refugio no less, and Pa'd told me to stay and enjoy life for a bit, have some fun. So he headed back to Liberty and I stayed here, never did get that girls name come to think of it. Anyway, out of the blue, I get a message from a hacker we knew in Liberty saying he'd seen the Navy destroy Pa's ship. If I was with him, we'd have probably gotten away, the two of us were nigh uncatchable. *Sigh* regardless, so I'm left here with a ship ready to spread the orange dream, and the motivation to stick it to the Navy by getting as much Cardamine past their snotty noses as possible and getting away with it. [font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Why you want to join: The one and only thing my father and I disagreed on was who we should smuggle for. I've always said we should stick with a family, show some loyalty, but he was blinded by the extra money that could be made by taking what plantations' own transports couldn't hold. At the end the day the outacts would slowly die out if we all did their own independent things. I don't want to let that happen.
[font=Arial Narrow]The door opened and the next recruit entered the dim-lit room. Enrico took his seat at the far end of the table and awaited a response from the man with his application.
[color=#000000]Alright. Everything looks pretty solid.. But, I'm curious on something.. You say you wished to join a family, not work independently. That's fine and dandy, but how far are you willing to go for a.. 'family?' Let's say you're running a shipment of cardimine, and your fellow smuggler gets left behind and engaged by the lawfulls. Do you go back, or continue on?
Come on, gotta nail this, think of the cookies, Enrico thought to himself. He took a second to ponder.
Well, that would depend, obviously. If there's a million of them, and just the two of us, and I've got a clear escape route, then it's better to have one ship lost than two. However, if I'm surrounded as well and can't get away, I'd double back, two ships together got more chance than two apart. And the other scenario I see is if there's just a handful of the lawful bas... sorry, idiots, then I'd do all I could to get the two of us and our shipments out of there.
But, if I may say, the whole scenario seems a bit flawed, after all, I'm pretty sure syndicate guidelines say that all convoys must be three-strong or more, which this situation doesn't follow, and secondly, unless it'd be futile to do so, I'd wager we wouldn't have gotten separated in the first place.
He smiles arrogantly for a second, before realising that aggravating the interviewer was probably not a good idea. Wiping the smirk off his face before he's seen, he straightens his posture in the chair and waits patiently for a response.