As Rowan made his way across Bretonia. Moving Scrap Metal and Toxic Waste he found himself finding other like minded Bretonians. While at first hesitant due to the increased costs of having employees he realized maybe that's what Bretonia needed. He may not have a big company with flashy ships and slogans. What he did have is a ship and a dream. Who was he to deny others? With that he posted job offers on Waterloos recruitment boards.
Are you a Bretonian?
Tired of seeing other houses loot our space?
Tired of Bretonia being known as "The Polluted House"
Join Stokes' Waste Management today, and help us make a cleaner Bretonia.
OORP Notes
This faction is strongly intended to be a RP Focused Company. While we will be flying Transports and Freighters power trading isn't the purpose. We are a Heavily Rp Focused Faction. Every aspect of the factions activity prioritizes the RP of your activities.
Absolutely NO AFK Trading/Silent Trading; while we all have emergencies, and tabbing out to check Discord/DarkStat/etc is understandable. I don't want anyone just flying around quietly ignoring Rp/Avoiding Rp. Even out enemies deserve a fair shake.
OORp Hate; I am not interested in any OORp hatred. If you have biases against other factions keep it outside our group.
Remember its a game; we are all here to have fun.
Its just a fun faction, don't take it too seriously. If you have other faction priorities I understand
I was a wee nipper when I first tasted the iron dust in my lungs aboard Stokes. My mates and I would play among the ore piles waiting to be smelted. Not a place to be raising a child you'd hear, aye. But what choice did me mam and da' have? They didn't have a wee fortune hangin' around to raise me and my brothers like those clean clothed Londoners. They had to work for everything, so did we, even as kids. You know who's able to fit in a jammed rock crusher? Aye, a nipper's hand! That's how I lost the first, ol' lefty. Hasn't held me back much, I'm still just as capable as anyone else. Not that the foremen saw it that way. Soon as tha' happened I was kept in the accommodation wing, far from where I could hurt myself. But that's just it, I wasn't having it. So I gathered my belongings, what few there were, and stowed away on one o' them big miners the BMM lads operate. Didn't work out too well mind you. Didn't get too far until they found me. But they didn't take me back, guess I'd found a new family with them. Mind you they're all dead now, apart from Blinky, but he hasn't seen me or anyone since tho'e 'ippies caught us with our jocks right down. Ya could say I don't have the best of luck, but it was far better than the poor sods abandoned on Stokes. I visit it now and then, to remind myself of where I came from. But eh, can't tell you my 'ole life story, aye? Not even told ya about the time I lost ol' righty. Now that's a funny story..... [garbled shouting can be heard] Eh? What ya mean I can't be in here? I'm jus' sendin' a wee mess... [the slurred rambling terminates without warning] Thank you for using HM Employment Centre Job Application System. Please rate the service provided via your advisor. Have a lovely day.
Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - David Hackworth (1930 - 2005)
Quite the life you've lived, you are just the kind of person I am looking for. You'll have to tell me that story about Ol'Righty over a drink some time. We don't have anywhere we really call a headquarters so grab yourself a ship and head into a field of your choice. I'll send over the transponder codes shortly.
What's your story?: Well, I was born on Leeds, but didn't know my parents very well, if that's what's meant. They were hardly around. I do know my parents were criminals, though none of that matters now. What I also know is that I wasted ten unrecoverable years working for various corporate entities that had zero regard for life. I tried to speak up as I watched them, but was disregarded repeatedly, no matter if I were in management or not. Eventually I walked away, day and hour to my 28th birthday, and secluded myself in the Omegas for a while. A mistake in hindsight. I took many shipping contracts, and even a few hits, earning the name "Heartless" among my colleagues. At the age of 35, when I finally came back to Bretonia, I was shocked by the detritus. I thought a house once so proud could never fall so low. But then I remembered all the robber barons that ran the companies I once worked for, and my surprise faded quickly. I'd like to say, rather frankly, that I wholly agree with the idea of this endeavour. Cleaning up my home, while making a profit? Sounds like a winning strategy to me. I don't have the best of ships, currently owning only a Gull, but she's my baby, had her since I was about 20. My parents hoped I'd help them transport less than wholesome items. The old beast has never failed me, and I know her like I know the taste of cold beer. I'm hoping I can join in on this project, and help to clean up the place my heart calls home. It would feel nice to be part of something that isn't so destructive, for once. I'll have to give fair warning, however, that I'm calloused and unkind. I have very little regard for the disdain of corporations. While raised "proper", I never did give a damn about manners, though for a time I grinned and bared it. Hopefully that doesn't sway the decision you make. I look forward to an answer. Seems a logical step in my path.
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