Helllo.
Recently i had a talk with my crew and we all agreed we are looking for a home again. You lads have got our attention. We trade now for a long time and recently i ran into one of your pilots in Puerto.Rico .:J:.Dan.Armstrong. A nice chap i must admit, he asked us to secure a hole when he was chasing a trespasser. We talked a little later and i told him we were looking for a home and he gave me the codes for a secured channel. That nice chap
So i present you with my personel file. Me crew i handle myself so i think there is no need for me to add them here. Well i hope i hear from you.
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Name:Maximilian Edgar James. Age:48. Born:770as. Planet Stuttgardt.
Physical description: A old junker who likes the freedom he has. Never tight to one place to long Max scavenges sirius for anything to sell to keep his crew happy and his ship flying. Max is half Bretonian and half Rheinlander. Max can adapt easily to a situation, he will often take things with humor. Not keen on the authority's and he will let them now that his own way. Always willing to help a fellow junker Max can mostly be founded aboard his trade vessel The-Kormoran or his personal ship The-Tecora.
Personal Quote:
Stick y'r nose in y'r own buisness and keep the 'ell out of me cargobay get it?
Biografie:
Born in Rheinland out of Wilhelm and Amy James on planet Stuttgardt he experienced a turbulent live. Most of his time he spent in the care of his grantparents who lived on planet Stuttgardt, his parents flew for a transport company and often from home, they were good people.
Whenever he had the change he would slip aboard his fathers ship and try to stay aboard until they had taken off. Most of the times his father or some crew knew he was aboard and would trow him out.
When he turned eighteen his father made sure he could fly on one of the company's tradeships to learn to ways of a spacetrucker. But after a few years Max had seen enough the constant boring way from point A to B, he wanted some more excitment.
He was able to aquirre a small tradeship and he started his own buisness, his parents didn't agree with it and said he was never able to sustain himself. He proved them wrong.
He had met a few man in a bar on Stuttgardt he talked with them and they explained him after a few drinks they were junkers. They did not work for anyone except themselfs. After meeting a few times (he searched for them and made sure he would sit with them and buying them some drinks) they granted him acces to there base in Rheinland. At first the other junkers there ignored him, they simply did not trust him. After a while he proved them he could be trusted certainly when he saved one of there mates from the police by hiding him in his hold.
Joining up with the junkers who were seen as a loosly independent group he was able to trade in almost any house. Flying up with some junkers he learned some about jumpholes, he had only heared of them at school and his from father, his old man always said about those holes "they are dangerous stay away from them!"
At first he only ferried between the houses but he ran soon in some people who asked him iff he would help them transport some valuble goods. This was around 800as.
These people were coming deep out the omega's. They led his ship into a dense cloud in wich a jumphole was located. They arrived at a base constructed in a astroid. Her he met a man who asked him again iff he would transport there goods and iff he was able to avoid scanning from navy and police. Max told him he was able to do this but it had to be worth the risk. The man told him it was worth it he could be assured of that.
When the loaded his ship he spotted a name on one of the crates. =/=classified rifles=/=
=/=classified grenades=/=
=/=Bl***diamonds=/=
He knew this weapons were illigal, but he did avoid house authoritys anyway whatever he carried legal or ye know what......
When his ship was loaded the man shooked his hand and said: " Junker viel gluck don't get cought."800 to 802as. were very profitable years, he made a lot of hard credits in trading in gunnery. During this years he made good connections to certain (lets call them for now miners) groups in the omega's
But one thing he keeps his hands of those slaves. He would never transport another soul to do forced labor. After 23 years of flying solo Max thinks that he and his crew are ready to join a stable group of man and woman in wich they can feel themselfs home.
The recent addition to his personal fleet is pilgrim liner "The-Kormoran" this vessel became the primary ship for his trade actions. Max is always willing to tell of her past with a good glass of brandy and his trusted pipe.
I think this is everything that i have to tell at this moment.
Maybe its not much but iam not the youngest person anymore *grins*
Don't get me wrong myself and my ol' scruffy dogs who call themselfs my crew are still able to kick ass but we focus more on running *uche..ill.....wea.. ...uche..* than chasing and fighting.
*hmm* ill add our Sirius Kommunication Y-11B Protection Echo codes for The-Koromoran here for iff you need them: husher1981