The S/D - The Search/Destroy Agency (Strontium Dogs) - Bounty Hunters

[stast]

Incoming Transmission
To: S/D Recruitment
From: Stast
Subject: Recruitment
Priority: Normal

Message reads:

Sirs,

I apologize for my vagueness in my previous transmission with all that is going on in the universe you cannot blame me for trying to hide my full identity and the location of my parents. I have come to realize that in this line of work i have to put in place certain precautions to defend those i care about from criminals that may wish to blackmail or take revenge on me. In my world trust has to be earned. My mistake is that i do not know when to switch off.

In the past i was plagued with nightmares... long ago when i was working for the order I would lie in bed, in a state close to sleep but still aware of my surroundings. I would see vividly as if right in front of me, faces... dead, human faces... men... women... even younglings... all murdered by the order, and by me. they reach out, choke me with their rotten gray hands, i saw the pain on their faces. voices leak out of their throats like morning fog. "why?" they whisper "how could you?". I suffered these dreams for years. I only found relief from this sickness when i left my criminal life behind. late one night I stole a transport and fled. landing on planet Gran Canaria i started my new life. for two years i worked as a repairman welding panels to hulls of damaged ships and reattaching disjointed thruster engines. The pay wasn't great but i managed. over time i had saved enough credits to buy a ship of my own. I worked small jobs, mainly escorting freighters to nearby stations and also the occasional tourist flight to the see the nebulae. I had now enough money to buy a real ship, the manta; agile, strong, and deadly. i was able to take on a more serious role in the fight against crime. I moved my parents to Gran Canaria to keep them close enough to look after. they now live in residential block 576E aged care unit. I visit them when time allows. This is where past and present collide. I fly my ship The Harbinger on various bounty hunter missions out of Falkland base to assist in the war against the outcasts. I am yet to confront my old masters The Order but I look forward to showing them the suffering they put me through.

My legal name as i will now divulge has been very rarely used since i left the order. I feel in order to leave my criminal past behind me i must take a new name and have now been known as Stast for over 7 years. But as the circumstances require my name is Michael Pure, son of David Pure.

-stast out-


transmission end


//oorp

sorry for the lack of details in last post i hope this suffices.
My regualr IGN is stast and i use it everywhere i can. If possible i would still like to be known as Stast.
I have since my last post created a new character call "stast_freighter" which is at the moment level 70 adv. train pilot which i am using to get some more income going. I've also gotten the orca gunboat for my other character "stast". i have not applied to any other factions for this character as of yet but i may in the next few weeks. i will notify you of course. I am just doing a Tokyo - Berlin run of niobium and diamonds.

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~Omni Ignotum Pro Magnifico~

[Athenian]

Harvey's Office, Sheffield Station

Harvey was annoyed.

"Where is the damn fool?"

Richmond braced himself. Harvey hated to be kept waiting.

"Sorry, Mister Blackwater, but he hasn't turned up."

Harvey was apopleptic.

"Well, the next time Mister Stast shows up, tell him to clear off back to the Taus."

Richmond started writing on a post-it note.

"And tell Feral to check the holding cells in New Berlin for candidates. Entire damned House is full of asteroid fields, so we need Rheinlanders who know their way around them."

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[Rayul]

Incoming Transmission
To: S/D Offices, Sheffield Station
From: James Witter
Subject: Employment
Priority: Normal

Message reads:

They're gone... They're all gone. Those Rogues will pay! I have nothing left. I've flown a fighter, sir. I have never commited an offense in any of the Houses nor have any of my Bretonian Ancestors. I understand my duties. I'm ready to fight and take orders. I'm ready to crush the villianous swine that infest Sirius.

I will have my vengence...

Transmission ends

//James lost his wife and children to Liberty Rogues and wants to join the Strontium Dogs to get his vengence //and protect the innocent. I've played Freelancer for quite some time and have reasonable fighter experience //but i'm willing to learn more from this faction.

//btw James would ideally be positioned in Liberty Space but your the boss, its up to you.

//Sorry if you dont like how brief my RP is in this Application but imo i think it strongly suits the chars //personality!

//Hope to see you in space soon!

[Alistev]

Incoming Transmission
To: S/D Offices, Sheffield Station
From: Jake Grafton
Subject: Employment
Priority: Normal

Message reads:

Good day sirs,

I would like to be considered for a position in your organization. I am a licensed member of the Guild and have good relations with the Guild Core. I have been operating as an independent hunter for the last few years however I have come to admire the professional behavior displayed by your members. Attached is my guild personnel file.

Personnel File

Name: Grafton, Jake
Age: 30
Height: 2m
Weight: 82kg
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Grey
Ship Ratings: VHF Bomber and Orca Gunboat.
Current Ship: Manta VHF
Current Station: Shefield Station Manchester

With hopes of joining you in the expansion into Reinland space
Jake Grafton

Message ends

[Athenian]

Recruitment Front Desk, Sheffield Station

Brian had an expression of almost constipated anxiety on his face as he perused the application forms.

"You see, Richmond, this is exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about. Mister Blackwater will have my head on a platter if I submit these."

Richmond examined the back of his hands.

"Take this one, for example. Grafton. Of course we know he claims to be, but have you accessed his Guild record? No. The Core may have some vital information about his background."

Richmond reached for the comm unit and started looking up the relay code for Rostock Station.

"And another thing. This one. Witter. Now..."

Richmond interrupted him.

"Yes. He seemed very keen."

Brian frowned. He hated being interrupted.

"I can see that, you turnip. But he could be anyone. Run a full background check on him. Sir Douglas is at Newark so he should have someone with access to the records through the Guildnet."

Richmond started to key in the codes for Rostock while Brian droned on.

"And another thing...."

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[Athenian]

Harvey's Office, Sheffield Station

The transmission had arrived from Rostock this morning.

GUILD CORE REPORT
Jacob Jake Grafton
Confidential

This hunter grew up on Leeds but was determined he would not end up in the mines. Knowing his options for getting off world were limited he studied diligently, excelling in mathematics and the sciences in an attempt to gain entrance to the Bretonian Armed Forces flight training program. After graduation he presented himself to the BAF for admittance to flight school only to be rejected in favor of the son of a member of the aristocracy.

Cursing the inherent in equalities of Bretonian society yet still determined, Grafton took the funds his family had saved in hopes of sending their first to the University and purchased a Starflyer and basic weapons

Worked several small security jobs, with reasonable income.

Recruited by Guild Local 147. (copy of assessment attached)

Licensed: HF;VHF;GB.

Assigned to patrol duties in Omega 15.

From Grafton's report:
"The trip to Omega 15 was a flurry of small engagements with Corsairs and Hessians who thought to take advantage of a bounty hunter ship on its own far from support."

On arrival at Rostock station with two corsairs and a hessian in his hold, Grafton quickly acquired berthing for himself and his Manta.

Approached by Core Agents four weeks ago for mission to Omicron Theta system. Nomad battle group intercepted Guard fleet as they jumped into Omicron Theta. Grafton credited with 2 kills.

Hunter Grafton may be disappointed to be back in Sheffield. But the Core are certainly interested in ensuring that the S/D provide full training.

[Athenian]

Harvey's Office, Sheffield Station

Harvey looked at the Psych Report. Guildnet could get into anything.

James Witter was born on California Minor. His parents are both law-abiding Bretonians. His parents work for Planetform, Inc. When James came of age his parents took him back to Bretonia, to Cambridge where he would study mechanics and ship production. It was during his studies that he met his wife, Lolita. They moved to Planet Los Angeles where Lolita became a teacher and James worked in the Equipment Dealership.
Ten years later with two children, Justin (7) and Hannah (4) on a usual holiday to California Minor to visit the grandparents something horrible happens. James is caught up in his work and sends his family to California Minor. During their journey they were intercepted by Liberty Rogues and killed brutally. James receives the news a few hours later and is distraught, blaming himself for what has happened. He spirals downwards in despair and grief, losing his job and most of his money. He leaves California and its memories to inhabit the bar at Freeport 4 for the next six months.

A window opened on the screen. It was George. It was twilight on Baden-Baden.

"Well, Harv'. What have you for me?"

Harvey read from the list.

"Well, APM is reporting progress on the IND order; the office in Bonn is up and running and I have a few applications for processing."

"Hmm. Good. Who have we got?"

Harvey read the names.

"Core trainee, name of Grafton. And some angry Californian ex-patriate, name of Witter."

The Director sipped his iced tea.

"So business as usual, huh? How's Bader?"

Harvey laughed.

"Sir Douglas' wife seems to enjoy the attractions Manhattan has to offer. But Sir Douglas, well, put it this way. He gets to commute, sit in an office all day, and enjoy Liberty radio."

The Director chuckled and closed the link.

Harvey signed the approval form.
"Recruit admitted on probation. Call-sign S/D-James.Witter."

//PM sent - welcome aboard

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[N1X73R]

Incoming Transmission
To: S/D Recruitment
From: Tek Klimowsow
Subject: Recruitment Documentation
Priority: Normal
Attachments: Induction Paperwork, Background Statement

...Start Attachments...

Background Statement

I was born on Planet Denver, Colorado, i lived there in the lower class regions until I was 5. At a young age my father, a Rheinland General sent for me, I was taken by force and taken to a Rheinland Federal Police flight academy. At the age of 17 I qualified to become a special agent for the Rheinland Federal Police flying covert ops deep inside the LWB. At the age of 19 my unit disbanded me and I was left to escape the clutches of the LWB, helped only by my fathers close friends I escaped into liberty, it is here totally rejected from everything I knew, I became a bounty hunter.

After several years of hunting in the Liberty and Bretonian houses I was contracted by a close friend to Co-captain a bounty hunter destroyer and fight alongside liberty in the nomad war. I did my service and was awarded 3 medals for bravery, valour and service. Liberty still occasionally employs me to run patrols within Alaska... of course Alaska doesnt exist though. After the war I gladly slipped back into my Manta, having enough funds I eagerly purchased a bounty hunter bomber, allowing me to tackle bigger bounties.

I have been employed all over Sirus for the last 15 odd years and have completed thousands of contracts throughout all four houses, the sigmas, omicrons and omegas. I am often employed by Synth Foods as an advanced detection scout whilst partaking escorts. On my travels I have also become a regular and teacher at the race courses in Dublin.
I have spent the past few years looking for a place to belong, for brotherhood and of course a guaranteed supply of contracts for money.

End Background Statement

[Athenian]

Harvey's Office, Sheffield Station

Harvey looked at the application file. This guy knew his stuff. The product of a Rheinland general's indiscretion? Probably had problems with authority figures too.

He ticked the box marked "Approved" and signed his name. He called in Richmond.

"Avenal, this new recruit is approved on probationary status so I want you to porocess the paperwork. Call-sign S/D-Tek.Klimowsow. Requisition a light fighter and see if he can handle cruise without puking."

//pm sent . Welcome aboard.

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[looqas]

Incoming Transmission
To: S/D recruitment office
From: Cletus "Banjo" Behn
Subject: Seekin' for membership
Priority: Normal

Message reads: Good afternoon. I keep hearing about you fellas. That you never quit a job once taken. I admire that trait in people. The strong desire to see things through.

Last year an incident changed my point of view of life I was living. Bandits kidnapped my baby sister. My dad called together a posse and we set out to rescue her. After a week of chase we came upon a deserted camp of the bandits and found my sister molested and brutally killed. My pa was en-raged beyond reason and I was shaken to core. After two days we finally caught up with the bandits and slaughtered them while they were sleeping. I never forget the feeling of strangling one of them with my bare hands. This did not bring back my sister but something clicked inside me. I had enjoyed killing him. And I had enjoyed the chase.

After that the growing of mellon-trees in Cambridge did not feel like my place anymore. And I stumbled upon you. I decided that I might try casting my lot with you.

My friend call me and my starship Banjo.

Transmission ends

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Flying under radar.