(]c[) Recruitment - Printable Version

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(]c[) Recruitment - Muad'Dib - 07-04-2010

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(]c[) Recruitment - TehNoizeBox - 07-10-2010

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To: Zoner Trading Consortium recruitment office
From: Preston Marlowe
Subject: Recruitment

Greetings recruitment officers, my name is Preston Marlowe. I am a Zoner who lives on Freeport 2 in the Bering system. I work with Zoner trade convoys, where my job is never the same. One day I am piloting the lead transport, the next I am guarding it. So I have experience in both trading and security.

The job is rather boring, we never get to go anywhere new, its just the same old places every time.

I want to join the Zoner Trading Consortium because I wish to become a pilot in a respected Zoner organization, shipping goods and/or protecting them where ever they might go. The universe is a big place, and I wish to see more of it before my time.

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(]c[) Recruitment - Muad'Dib - 07-11-2010

.::Establishing Connection::.

Recipient: Preston Marlowe

Subject: Apprenticeship

Good day Mr. Marlowe,

your application has finally reached my desk and I would like to give you a positive response. Your profile is quite interesting and i would like to invite you to a personal meeting at my office at Freeport XV. Docking bays will be reserved after you have registered on our internal network. I am looking forward to a personal meeting, please have a comfortable flight.

Sincerely,

Johann Boll

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(]c[) Recruitment - The Doctor - 07-14-2010

Name: Mac Shepard
DoB: 790 AS

I'm not one of talk of my past, but since the circunstances require it...
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My family hails from Liberty. I was born on Planet Cambridge, and we lived there my whole childhood, on those big, beatiful green grassy grounds. My father was a Professor and Medic researcher at the station, and he and my mother left Manhattan shortly before she gave birth to me.
When I was 15, I started to roam around the system, visiting stations, meeting people, running errands for my dad once in a while. At age 18, I buyed a old Moldy Crow at Colorado and was already traversing to Manhattan, with occasional short stops in other houses as well. I befriended a few Zoner folks at Freeport 4, a rogue in New York, and in one of those travels I meet Capt. Nigel Baggins of the BAF. He was assigned to serve as a navigator in the Battleship Norfolk at Cambridge, and our friendship grow. I even dated his sister a few times. Occasionally still do. Back to the story.
As we all know, 5 years later, the Tau War began. Nigel got promoted to Admiral and was put in charge of the
Norfolk. During months he was talking me into joining the Force as a privateer, since he believed my gun and flying skills could be helpful, but I didn't wanted to join the war. Altough he and the ship performed admirably during the war, unfortunaly a lucky torpedo managed to hit the bridge during the hold of the Dundee system, and Nigel was killed at impact. At his memorial service, I informed my parents of my decision.

I joined the army. I entered as an independent contractor, a gun for hire, and set my mind at killing as most squint-eyes bastard as I could before my inevitable demise. I sneaked into Kusari space for Blood Dragons negotiations, fought in the Kusari homefront, and sprinted to evacuate Glasgow outpost. But then I saw. I saw that the Kusarians invaded the outpost shooting all, military and civilians alike, without trying to take hostages. And I saw the mighty Armed Forces and Police, supposed bastions of courage and justice, scatter away without look back as their station turned it's guns on them. I saw them leaving the women, the kids, the soldiers that fought their battles, to die at Kusari hands. I evacuated as many as I could, but I could never forget what they did. War or not, a man must have honor. With my bay full of injured and scared survivors, I blasted out of the station at cruise speed while the remnants of the crew holded their positions, fighting a lost battle, leaving their own injured to die.

We reached LD-14 Uranium field with the engines melting, and the thrusters died shortly into the field. With that many asteroids and radiation, would be a matter of how and when for we to die. That not counting the Kusari presence at Glasgow and the attack force plunging LD-14. With the engine core completely trashed, I tried reconforting the survivors at that cramped Crow cargo bay, thinking in a way out.

And then we got hailed. The bay went mute, while I eyed the scanners and reached for the comm. The familiar voice that speaked out hit me like a cold, refreshing breeze. "Mac, is that you? This is Jack Hodgins, from Freeport 4. Are you alright?"-the voice came through. He was a Zoner that I met nearly 4 years past, flying a giant Whale transport. He towed us out of the field and I transferred all survivors to his bay. After reparing the engines at the newly stationed Battleship York, I met him at Leeds so we could talk.

He told me how he was out there in LD-14's field doing some research project on his own for his Zoner Consortium, and invited me to take a couple of test runs with him to see what they did. And I told him about my service time, the battle and how I had lost faith by all that happened, and how I just wanted to stay away from any group or government for the time being.

He told me he understand how I felt, and we parted ways. I sold the Crow, buyed a Firefly and set for the stars. One companion of mine during the war and a agent I met in a cover operation joined me on that, and I soon assembled a crew.

I've lived out of reach since them, always on the run, always following myself and just... kept flying. During that time the war continued, my parents passed away and I flied from port to port taking missions where I found them. I'm not gonna lie to you: I've done from honest trade and mining to smuggling, and don't take shame in it. I got out of situations that I tought was sure dead, and learned how to handle myself in the worst situations imaginable.

But lately this isn't being enough. My conversation with Hodgins keeps coming back, and I think I'm ready. Ready to leave this independant one-ship life and join myself with people that share the same ideals. People who want to just stay away from the system, who want to make the galaxy a better place to live and trade and just go unnobstructed by it. To be free, and help others be too.

That's why I want me and my crew into the Zoners Consortium. Cause we can make a difference.
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Sender/Reply recipient: Firefly-class transport vessel "Tallita" (via Baffin system comm-relay)

(]c[) Recruitment - Kal-el - 07-14-2010

****Opening Communication Channel****

****Communication Channel Opened****

**TO: Zoner Trading Consortium**

***Subj: Faction Recruitment Application***

Hello. My name is Eli Jacobs. I am very interested in joining the ZTC. I have just started out on my own and I fined it well.....lonely and boring. Flying around and not hanging out with friends isn't always fun. I am looking for something more....alot more!!

I was born on Bethlehem Station in the Pennsylvania system in 792 A.S. to my father, Micah Jacobs and my mother Rachel Jacobs. My father was a Logistics manager for a very small company that shuttled supplies between Bethlehem Station, Ames Research Station, and other Liberty stations in California, New York, Colorado, and Texas. My mother raise myself and 4 others.

I helped my father shuttle the supplies among the stations since I was 17 and until I graduated at 22 from the University on Manhatten, but always longed for more. So, once I saved a few credits I bought myself a Dromedary and took off. I have been out on my own since then flying around meeting new and interesting people. I always loved Gran Canaria and we just did not get back there enough for me.

I have a Borderworld transport on Gran C called the U~Haul. I can offer trading services, but I would really like to also be in your security department. Looking for a little more excitement. I would say I am a decent to average fighter pilot, but nothing that some training cannot fix. I am willing to learn and contribute to the Consortium.

I look forward with great anticipation (with a little anxiety thrown in) to hearing from you in joining this wonderful faction.

Sincerely,

Eli Jacobs

(]c[) Recruitment - lousal - 07-15-2010

::: openeing transmission :::

ID: James Ferguson, (]c[)
TO: Mac Shepard

Dear Mr. Shepard,

the Zoners Consortium appreciates your application. Please relay your personal files to our internal network where you will be assigned to your personal mentor.

Best regards,
Ferguson

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::: openeing transmission :::

ID: James Ferguson, (]c[)
TO: Eli Jacobs

Dear Mr. Jacobs,

the Zoners Consortium welcomes your application. Please apply to our internal network where your application data will be stored and your personal mentor is already waiting for you.

Best regards,
Ferguson

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(]c[) Recruitment - Blacknest - 07-15-2010

Transmission...Incoming....
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Name: Malcolm Blacknest

History: Born on a Freeport in Zoner space, Malcolm Blacknest was the son of a Liberty Police officer, Zora Mckane, and a Rheinland Naval pilot, Karl Landshecke. Rather than give him either one of his parents biological names, the name they placed on the birth certificate was completely unrelated to either one of them, as the romance they shared would not have been looked well upon by the family's of either side, had they found out about it. Even back then, there was a distrust between the two factions, and many did push for war. Three years after his birth, Zora was killed in a police action when three Liberty Rogue ships that she and a fellow officer were placing under arrest, destroying both her and her partner. Karl, shaken by the loss of his wife, took his son back to New Berlin, his home planet, where he raised him with the rest of his family, never telling them who the mother was.

Seven years later, when Mal had turned ten, on his birthday, he received news of the destruction of the Rheinland Cruiser that his father had been stationed on. Now living with his uncle, a welder in the New Berlin shipyards, Mal slipped into two years of depression, running away from home once, joining gangs and starting an habitual use of drugs that could only be sustained by minor thefts here and there. Eventually addicted to Cardamine, Mal was discovered with a stash of the drug by his uncle, who placed him into a youth rehabilitation program. Eventually, Mal was done with his drug habits, and he grew to love his uncle almost as much as his father, though he would never give up his memories of his dad.

At the age of nineteen, Mal and his Uncle used his father's remaining credits, which had been placed in a trust fund for Mal when he grew older, to buy a small cargo ship, and start their own business. It was moderately successful, and within a few years, his uncle had made enough credits to retire, selling the ship and buying a new home in one of the more luxurious parts of New Berlin. Mal, on the other hand, had enjoyed the business of trading, the challenges of haggling prices with uninterested vendors. He also enjoyed the neutrality that such a job gave him, remembering the deaths of both of his parents. Although he loved both of them, though his memory of his mother was weak, he decided to follow a different lifestyle and try to live his life to the fullest, as much as he could. To this end, he has sought out the Zoner's Trading Consortium, application in hand, with the hope that he might be reviewed for entrance.

For a voice communication, Malcolm Blacknest can be reached at this Comm ID:
Skype: karasu_ookami

(]c[) Recruitment - lousal - 07-16-2010

::: openeing transmission :::

ID: James Ferguson, (]c[)
TO: Malcolm Blacknest

Dear Mr. Backnest,

the Zoners Consortium has received your application and authorized your access to our internal network where you will find enough space for your personal files. One edition of the Consortian's Handbook along with further instructions has been deposited in our office at Freeport XV.

Best regards,
Ferguson

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(]c[) Recruitment - Amalia - 07-19-2010

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From: Amalia Bezezkaja Kazimirovna
To: Zoners Trading Consortium

The video feed shows a luxurious living room; the furniture syle is obviously Kusari, although several objects and pieces of art from all the Houses can be seen in the room. An ample row of windows show the blurring effect of a trade lane outside, proving that the transmission comes from a ship. There is a big velvet sofa in the middle of the room; the tea table in front of the sofa is opened in two halfs, revealing a holodisplay and all the navigation and control systems to guide the ship. Lazily distended on the sofa lies a tall and slender woman with dark red hair, wearing a tight black flight suit. As the image properly settles in, the woman raises her green eyes to the camera, raises to a more formal sitting position and smiles.

"Hi there!" she speaks with a faint trace of russian accent, "I got this frequency from a friend of a friend of... well, you get it. I want to join you folks." She pauses for a moment, as if trying to stare at whatever person will look at the video. "My name is Amalia Bezezkaja Kazimirovna... but before you bite your tongue trying to repeat that, Amalia is just fine. I'm not a formality lover, and to prove that, I'll get straight to the point. I'm tired. I'm tired of all the politics, and the bickering factions, the whole Sirius melting pot... it stinks. The Zoners are the folk for me. <looks around and opens her arms to embrace the luxury room> I don't lack my own resources, so I won't be a drain on you. I want neutrality, and some place where I can be useful to someone or something without having to hurt someone else's interests in the process." Pauses again, then stands up and goes to a wall, where a display showcase sports a mixed collection of ancient blades and modern handguns. "I'm no saint. I had my moments, as anyone else in this dirty corner of the Universe. I've had my misunderstanding with the Houses, although nothing terrible. I worked for some of the Corps... Universal, Bowex, ALG, Spa and Cruise... and others; then I left. I couldn't bear the smell coming from the higher boards. I'm calling myself out from all the chaos, and I believe you Zoners are my best chance to do that." Turns again to the camera and smiles. "Don't make me wait too long for an answer, will ya?"

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(]c[) Recruitment - Kwijibo - 07-20-2010

..:: Estableshing connection ::..
[Image: Transmission-Charles.gif]

Hello Amalia,

we recieved your application. To proceed, please register to our private network. A copy of the Consortians handbook will be handed out to you after that. In case of any questions, please contact me directly.

Regards,
Charles

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