BHG| recruitment

[Aethermole]

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--CommID: James Glibertson--
-Ship Details: Manta or Hammerhead

Yeah, I want to apply for the Hunter'€™s guild.

Oh, and '€˜afternoon or whatever. Anyway, you see, getting thrown in the slammer twice in a row teaches you some things. One of those is that the LPI works you to the bone. The other thing is shooting up people isn'€™t a good way to prevent yourself from the former. That is, if you'€™re shooting the wrong people.

This'€™d usually be an indicator to join a mercenary company or something, including the guild. The issue with that at the moment is I'€™m stuck in this place for a while, being a repeat offender and all. However, according to information you all give out, it'€™s possible to be granted amnesty for all those cases that individual'€™s end up in.

Suffice to say, sounds a scores better than working at the lines in a prison ship. I can earn a mint while I'€™m at it, do something that I rather enjoy (that being shooting the hell out of stuff), and get let off the hook for prior instances of such.

Don'€™t have a clue if you wanted a short summary of what'€™s happened in my life (they call it a biography or something), feel free to skip it, ain'€™t that much important stuff in it anyway.

Name: James Roberts Gilbertson
Age: 22
Born: Planet California, California
With that out of the way, lets get on to it then. As the thing says, I was born on Planet California. As a kid, I was a good lil'€™ lad, did my studies well and everything, got some part time work to make some money on the side. Around that time, when I was 17, this uppity bastard decided to pick on me. That was a bad idea, about six weeks later, it was still ongoing, so I managed to import a rheinland sidearm with the money I had made. Managed to arrange a meeting between me and him, with this opportunity, I shot him in both of the legs, and left him there to die.

Unfortunately, despite not being smart enough to carry around a gun for such situations, he was rather resilient, survived the incident, and reported me to the police. That landed me in the correctional institute for three years, for attempted murder. However, shooting him had blown away my mind (not in a literal sense) in addition to a chunk of the guy'€™s legs (literally). The sheer force of destruction made it really seem so much more appealing than anything else that I had involved myself in.

And so, upon being released, I earned enough for a ship, and begun to terrorise those unfortunate traders under the guise of a pirate (more accurately, a Liberty Rogue). And, '€˜bout six months ago, while shooting holes up and down a transport, a LPI patrol pulled out of the lane, did a good number on my ship and dragged me back to Texas under various minor charges relating to property damage and the attempted murder of the trader on the scene. There'€™s a bit of detail left out, but that pretty much sums up to this point.

So yeah, I'm submitting an application to the Bounty Hunter's Guild.

Signed,

James Glibertson

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