Right as Matt Myers is about to reply, Sean Toronto runs in and tackles 'Ricky' to the grand, cuffing him and hauling him away, yelling:
"YER UNDER ARREST, YA WORHTLESS PIECE OF CRAP! I caught ya red handed, ya ne'er-do-well, looking at me the wrong way! Off ta Huntsville fer ya, see how ya like the Xenos!"
Matt Myers whistles innocently, as if he hadn't seen a thing.
*Mike Rowe walked up to the door of the LPI Recruitment office and stopped just before smacking right into the door that would not open. He stood puzzled by the sign on the door that said "Not Hiring. Now shoo!" Mike said to himself "Well I guess I'll have to go find another Dirty Job." and dropped his completed application on the ground. A lucky breeze blew the paper under the door.*
1. Do you like donuts?
I live on donuts, mainly Krispy Kreme
2. Do you like coffee?
I breathe the stuff.
3. Do you like paperwork?
As long as it doesn't involve math. Anytime I try it I make the numbers far more complicated than they are.
4. Do you have any flight experience?
Does Space Invaders count?
5. What is the pay you expect to get from this?
No matter how many jobs I take I never seem to get a check in the end. Normally just a swift kick in the rear.
6. What hours do you expect/can you work?
Daily from 0800 - 1200 Sirius Time //(GMT) 0100 - 0400 Pacific
7. Do you have any objections to strapping yourself to a flimsy, piece o' crap Patriot, with downgraded
weaponry and upgraded ejection seats? Furthermore, do you have any objections to taking said crappy Patriot, enforcing the law o' Liberty, God, and Chuck Norris, to a mass of people that don't care one way or the other what you do?
Is it Dirty? Sure.
8. Are you disgruntled?
After being fired from 160 jobs, wouldn't you be?
oh man... recruitment is closed? I been waitin for my account to be activated so I could join the LPI... even talked to a few in game about it, nobody said it was closed :(
but i'm gonna be stubborn and post my stuff anyways! :P
Quote:name - Neko Bastile
gender - male
born on - planet manhattan
age - 24
Neko is the younger brother of Thomas Bastile, a bounty hunter working in the borderworlds. Thomas signed on with the bounty hunter's guild several years ago to support his brother and sister on manhattan, sending credits over the nueral net every month. Neko worked as a bartender on Manhattan until this week, when he struck it rich at a private poker game. The loser of the match had no money to pay him with, but had a rusty old starflier he offered up.
Neko had always dreamed of going into space and following his brother's footsteps, but it ended up being harder than he thought it would be. After leaving the manhattan atmosphere, he started taking jobs from newark station hunting down smalltime criminals around new york. The pay wasnt great, but it got him by. Still, he could not find any representatives of the bounty hunter's guild who could tell him how to get out to where his brother was.
Recently Neko started doing volunteer work for the liberty police. At fort bush he traded in his starflier for a dusty old patriot light fighter, and moved on to Pittsburgh to help patrol the area and hunt down rogues attacking freighters along the trade lanes. He hopes to become an official liberty police pilot soon, but until then continues with volunteer flying.
I've been flyin in new york for a couple of days now, and worked up from the starflier i won in that poker match to an old patriot. I've been doing missions for the police from pittsburgh and fort bush, and taken down a good number of rogues in liberty (//npc rogues i mean//).
"A man looking rather like this:
walked into the application room. At the same time an unloading crew began to assemble the application sheets, which when completed looked like this:
But alas there was a sign saying "No recruitment" so they just left the stack in the lobby knowing someone would notice it sooner or later."
When the chief came out, he saw the huge stack of paper just sitting in the lobby. He slowly stumbled over to the very tall ladder he had grown accustomed to use to climb on top of these paper stacks. When he finally reached the top (about 25 feet up) he saw a little note, looking like this:
The address on the front said "Sergeant Jonas - Recruitment" but that didn't stop the chief from opening it.
The letter inside said: 'Hello Sergeant Jonas. I have fully completed the entrance form(which you are most likely standing on). In all the application contains 100,000,001 questions, it was very hard to complete. But, since most questions verged on the same topics I summed-up all the questions in the below 8 Questions/Answers.
1. Donuts... Do I like them?
Who doesn't? (they have to be dunkin donuts though;)) (and only one of these flavors: Jelly, Vanilla and Strawberry Frosted, Chocolate Glazed, Boston Creme, or Coffee Roll/Apple Fritter)
2. Coffee... Do I like it?
Again, who doesn't? (Again, I'm rather particular, lots of half-and-half as well as sugar, no black)
3. Paperwork... Do I like it?
Well, even though the below sheets may say differently, no I don't.
4. Flight experience... Do I have it?
Yes.
5. Payment... What do I expect?
Well, I would expect at least $50,000 an hour;)
6. Hours... What do I expect/can I give?
Well, not really very many hours either way...
7. Crappy Patriot w/ upgraded ejection seats... Would I be willing to fight crooks with one?
Well as I don't see that happening then no:P
8. Lastly, The Disgruntled population... Am I in their ranks?
No.
And lastly a very important thing: My name, Rufus Stark.
Call me at this number: 1.
Thank You For Your Time, Rufus Stark.'
The Chief sighs, takes a last bite of his jelly donut, and sets to work on the 2 dozen that came with the application."