Fyn Adler -Rhinelander

[Carlos_Benitez]

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------------------------Application for recruitment into the Rhineland State Police-----------
Sirs,
My name is Fyn Adler, son of Daumann executives Jonas and Marie Adler. Since the death of my parents, I have lived comfortably on the inheritance of their estate, but foolish investments recommended by guardian has lead to the need for me to find work.
I offer my services to aid the security of my homeland, and the enforcement of law. I offer to enrol in the pilot training program, if you'll have me. I admit I currently have no piloting experience, but am hoping to learn from the best pilots in the fatherland.
Respectfully,
Fyn Adler.
----------------------------Application Ends---------

Fyn knew they would never accept him; the Sirius-wide recession was biting deep into Rhineland. He had lost his father's fortune in an investment in a Diamond shipment that had fallen foul of the Hessians, and now found himself living out of the back of his Valkyrie.
Spending on public services had been cut by the Chancellor; the police wouldn't have the money to waste on training would-be-pilots. Employment seemed even less likely, as Fyn knew the police would treat him with suspicion; for a time, he had been held as a suspect for his parents' deaths.

----------Diary Entry----------
Today I sent applications to numerous companies and organisations; even the police. No-one has jobs, but It's my only hope. All I have left is my ship, and if I sell that, I know I'll be doomed to a life in a minimum wage job on some rock.
I know jobs are scarce, and I know no-one wants some spoilt kid with no qualifications or skills; there are thousands of men and women on the dole these days, and I don't deserve any better than them.
I've been doing mercenary work, mostly for RFP, out of Hamburg for the past few weeks. I'm having to go for the low-paid work; I tried a tougher mission last week, and barely escaped with my life, let alone any pay.
Hamburg's been good to me, but I think sooner or later, I'll have to go elsewhere; perhaps if I meet some of these employers face to face, they'll be convinced to take me on. I know my past is holding me back, but if I don't find work soon, I'm done for.

----------End of Diary Entry----------

[Carlos_Benitez]

----------------------Incoming Transmission---------------------
Comm ID: Freelancer Fyn Adler
Source: Hamburg system
To: Bowex Recruitment Offices

Re: Seeking employment

My name is Fyn Adler, son of the Rhineland industrialists Jonas and Marie Adler. Since the death of my parents, I have lived comfortably on the inheritance of their estate, but foolish investments recommended by my guardian has lead to the need for me to find work. I have been doing casual work for elements of the Rhineland Federal Police out of Hamburg for a number of months, but the pay is poor and I have little hope of a career in that area.
I have gained limited fighter experience, but permenant employment has been hard to come by since the onset of the Sirius recession.
It is for this reason I am looking for work further afield and applying to corporations in Bretonia.
If you feel I qualify for employment, I would like to begin immediately and am happy to run escort or transport-piloting shifts. I am particularly interested in flying alongside other experienced pilots in view to advancing my career, not necessarily for gain in wealth.
I have already been turned down by a number of corporations in Rhineland who due to financial trouble cannot afford to take on new pilots, and am losing hope of finding a good and honest job. Hopefully Bowex will provide me with the job security I require and I can declare my search over.
Ich hoffe, dass Sie meine Bewerbung wohlwollend in Betracht ziehen werden.
Fyn Adler

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Things may be beginning to look up. I spoke to a Bowex pilot today who was fairly sure I would be able to find a job either flying their transports or in their escort wing. Either would suit me fine, as I am certain I won't survive much longer running ever more dangerous errands in Hamburg.
It took allot of time to muster up enough courage to take the plunge and apply to a Bretonian company, but as my homeland seems to have no jobs for me, it was a necessary move. Bretonia has been less effected by the recession, and giants like Bowex are always looking to expand.
The pilot I spoke to assured me that I'd be able to visit home regularly as their shipments often pass through Rhineland. Whilst I appreciate the sentiment, I'm beginning to feel like there is nothing atall for me here.
My application is submitted. Now I must wait for a reply.

[Carlos_Benitez]

They replied! A recieved a communique reporting that I had been accepted and to report for initiation in Bretonia.
I made my way there and was immediately enlisted by my friend Herr Frank flying the Bowex train "Gordon" to escort him on a trade mission to Rhineland.
Still flying my valkyre, I guarded my friend's ship through Cambridge and Omega-3, till we reached Omega-7. I scouted ahead to make sure the coast was clear.
A gunboat of the Rhineland Militar was at the gate, and sensors indicated it had fired upon Gateway trade ships. I asked the Rhineland captain what had happened and he did not discuss the event. Concerned the captain and crew of the vessel had gone rogue, my friend Herr Frank took his train and ran, but this upset the gunboat captain. He demanded we stop and Herr Frank wisely complied. It turned out it was but a routine scan, and the captain requested a few nanobots to help fix up some damage that had occurred on his ship.
Once in Stutgart I contacted the battleship in orbit and inquired about the gunboat's activities. They stated movements of Rhineland Military vessels were classified, confirming in my mind that the gunboat was operating under the authority of the Kanzler. I am now fairly sure that the Gateway ships had been shot down by Korsaren, and the Gunboat had dealt with the attackers in kind.
We proceeded to the jumpgate, and I entered the event horizon. The ship felt as if it was going to be torn apart, and my poor Valkyre was flung to the other side of New Berlin. Herr Frank went on ahead, while I attempted to get my bearings, repair the damage to my ship and get back to the tradelanes.
I entered the Frankfurt jumpgate to find the same thing happening again; something was destabilising the vortex. After once again emerging in empty space beyond civilisation, I made my way to Munich and met up with Herr Frank at Planet Nuremberg. The engineers confirmed the fusion reactors of my Valkyre's engines were creating exotic particles which were interfering with the jumpgate process. They recommended I scrap the ship, but I had to make sure my new Bowex supervisor got back to Bretonia safely with his cargo.
Every jump was an ordeal, but luckely I was not thrown off course again, and we eventually reached Leeds.
Herr Frank was kind enough to share half of the profits from the trade run with me; 8 million credits.
It's more than I could have dreamed of; a small fortune for one day's work. It's ten times the ammount I had earned in a month working from Hamburg.
I'm now certain I'm in the right profession. Bowex is the place for me.