Greetings and Salutations from afar. Asteria's Captain Jacob speaking.
About Myself
Hailing and raised from Planet Canaria's depths, a lone Zoner frigate and its entrusted captain have been commissioned for Research Development, Commodity Services and Scouting for updated information to the Zoner's neural-net. Captain Jacob was previously known to take a part in heavy transportation escort missions.
Where I'm From
Born in a poor Canarian neighborhood to a peasant family with almost to little resources to live with. Nowadays roams with his ship to wherever the desire may lead to.
My Reasoning To Join The Phoenix
I hereby believe that I have the requirements to provide and support the dear affiliation with an outstanding performance with everything I have.
Och, a Canarian, eh? Looks grand, an’ I can tell ye’re well-motivated!
Ye can head on tae Kadesh in Zeta, where we’ll finish up this recruitment.
But be wary—our scanners’ve been pickin’ up strange goin’s-on by the day!
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Greetings to all of you fellow Zoners. I am Travis Breaux, currently piloting the Independent Zoner Transport Kalisto.
My background is unfortunately grim, my parents were most likely Zoners who fell victim to Corsair opression on Freeport 9. After they were murdered I was forced to raise myself and although it was painful I had no choice but to eventually become one of captors. My passion and knowledge about drive technology and all manner of space craft, I slowly garnered their trust, until I was allowed to join them on patrol missions in Omicron Theta.
On my third patrol mission, the squadron I was a part of spotted a Zoner Convoy travelling from Planet Pygar to the Sigma-17 Jump Hole. They refused combat and we pursued, once we entered the Orinoco Cloud their fighter escorts turned around in a heroic effort to save the convoy transports. They were outnumbered but once our formation closed, I cut my engines and released a volley of javelins into the rear of my squadron, half of them did not even have time to react from the concussion before they were cut down by Swatter mines. The Zoners immediately understood the situation and we made short work of those bastards. The shock in the flight leader's voice when he saw his wingman explode before even making contact, the anger, and then the fear, and the pleading, ah something I had recorder on my flight computer and engraved onto a golden disk I keep hanged in my cockpit.
After the battle I immediately surrendered and was taken to planet Pygar where after a lengthy interrogation, I was approached by a Colonel of the Zoner Militant organization. He was sympathetic to my plight and impressed with my grit . After a few days of back and forth discussions, I formally adopted an Militant IFF and traded that hideous Gladiator for my first ship, the trade vessel MacarenaruL. After a few months, I was forced to change IFF and ship as well due to my ... libertarian approach to commerce.
Being a firm believer in freedom and inviduality as fundamental values of our species I made quite a few enemies among the House Authorities and Corporations whose overly protectionist and sometimes despotic attitude clashed with my own beliefs and in truth, direct practices. I am still grateful to the GNI operative I met while flying the MacarenaruL through Gallia carrying questionable cargo. He was sympathetic to my philosophy but in the end ... the law is the law. I lost some cargo but in the end, gained a friend. After this event I even dropped my affiliation the Militant faction and joined the Zoners under the IFF Kalisto and have been doing independent humanitarian supply runs to the Order and Zoner bases in the far fringes of the Omicrons where the only important conflict in the Sirius system is being fought, the war against the Nomads and their thralls.
And that's the gist of who I am and what I believe in. I will always help out anyone I am ideologically aligned with and will oppose anyone with whom I am not (sometimes to the detriment of my reputation within the Zoner community). I oppose all Royalists (Gallic Royalists, GC) or Communists (be they Bundschuh, Sirian Coaltiion) although I admit I maintain a tedious relationship with the Red Hessians due to their near monopoly on the Hessian Tears trade.
My desire to join your organization is a simple one. I was apalled at the massacre that took place in Omicron Mu and am terrified of the resurgence of the Nomad threat and even worse, the Wild which I consider to be a far greater threat. I am still engaged in commerce operations but have set a tidy sum aside to buy an Osprey Mk. II and some modern hardware and prepare to put my life where my beliefs lie. I am willing to protect research / commercial convoys or engage in hostile action outside inside and outside our borders, wherever the threat to humanity may be.
[Almost inaudible comment] Curious ... looks like you can take the Pilot out of the Militants but you can't take the Militant out of the Pilot...
I eagerly await your decision. GOOD LUCK! To all of you!
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Communism is only a small setback on the long road to Freedom.
Och, my deepest condolences for the loss o’ yer parents. The Freeport 9 event truly showed how barbaric the Corsairs can be.
Now, back tae yersel’: it looks like ye’re the perfect fit for Phoenix. Welcome aboard! We’ll meet ye at Kadesh, but stay sharp—alien activity is on the rise!”
Guten Tag Phoenix Friends since I assisted you're Fleet A lot i would love to apply to youre faction and to assist you even in the Future.
Who you are?
I'm Lisa Marie Schulz I'm a Girl From Rheinland and I had a bad time, but I got to take a ship from a person and escaped the Rheinland because they were searching for me since I stole this Fighter, This dude was really mad about it and I escaped in to Omicron Theta and got friends with the Zoners, but then the Corsairs came and attacked the Freeport 9 i was able to escape before it was too late to escape.
Where do you come from?
I come from Planet New Berlin, I was a poor citizen I never knew my parents and had never the ability to meet them, in the end I was all on my own.
Why would you like to join Phoenix?
I want to be a part of you and would love to fly with you more and assist you in fights or escorts at any cost.
I see that, like many of us, the Corsairs’ve taken somethin’ from ye.
But dinnae worry—yer help hasn’t gone unnoticed, an’ it’s already proven invaluable in these troubled times.
Who are you?
Name’s Elias "Striker" Voss. Some call me that because I used to run salvage ops in the Barrier Nebula—turns out, wreckage pays better than politics. I was born on Gran Canaria (795 A.S.), back when the planet still had green valleys instead of BMM tax forms and Bretonian patrols. By the time I was old enough to fly, the ice was coming, the Marines were digging in, and the only "freedom" left was whose boots you preferred on your neck. So I took a junker ship and never looked back.
Where do you come from?
Omega-48, technically. But "home" was a prefab settlement near the old delta, where the water turned to frost cracks and the only thing growing was the Corsair Movement. My parents were engineers—worked on terraforming rigs until BMM bought out the contracts. I learned two things young: how to fix a fusion torch and smell a lie. The Houses lie. The Corps lie. Even some Zoners lie. The Phoenix? You don’t seem the type.
Why join the Phoenix?
Because I’ve spent twenty years watching Sirius fight over scraps while the edges of the map go unexplored. The Phoenix doesn’t just talk about freedom—you live it. No permits, no quotas, just the black and whatever’s past it. I can pilot anything with thrusters, patch up a reactor with scrap, and I don’t scare easy. If you need someone who’ll fly into the unknown and not ask for permission, I’m your man.
Och, Omega‑48 and the auld Gran Canaria dream are lang gone. Between those Corsair farmers, as some folk call ’em, an’ ruthless Bretonia, there’s precious little left doon there.
That said, what ye’ve told me sounds promisin’. We’ve a real need for folk wi’ that kind o’ mental fortitude who embrace our ideals o’ freedom.
Who are you?
My name is Trowa, not the name given to me by birth but the name ive taken on to ensure the survival of my colony.
Where do you come from?
I was born on Freeport 10.
Why join the Phoenix?
On a trading run from Tau-37 to New London my convoy was halted by a Corsair fighter wing after complying with their demands as best we could it still wasn't enough, they wanted more, they wanted blood. I was able to escape back to the safety of planet New London, others werent so lucky. One must undergo the way of life, survival of the fittest. However there is a moment that can be reached in every persons life, a moment defining your very excistence. A line that must be drawn, no longer will pirates terrorise the people that just want to put food on the table, no longer will innocents die to the hands of honorless men.
I am here to sign up, fulfill my duty and tip the balance of the scales in our favor.
The Corsairs are forever pushin’ Zoners’ patience tae the brink. Some folk bend, but others—like us—stand up an’ fight their tyranny.
Ye’ve arrived at just the right moment, if I do say so. I’ll fill ye in on the details soon.
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