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mc_Floyd · 01-10-2012, 02:06 PM,

---Incoming Transmission---
--CommID: Tommy "TwoFace" Milestone
-Ship Details: Bottlenose

*An around 30 year old man appears on the screen, he is turned sideways to the camera. A chiseled face and muscular upper arms, make him look more like a steelworker, than a pilot. When he turns around his surname "TwoFace" falls into place. A scar from over the eyebrow to nearly his chin decorates the till then not visible part of his face. What could have been quite a beautiful man, appears to be more a beast than something else*

Guten Tag,
My name is Tom Milestone and I want to apply to the Bounty Hunter Guild.
I was born on a refugee transport to Rheinland and raised on planet Hamburg. There, my mother, always drugaddicted, rubbed shoulders with a small criminal. Well she solved her problems always the same way, she opens her legs for him and got dugs and a roof over our heads in exchange. When I got older my so called "father" wanted me to do some jobs for him...well I refused and told him to "**** himself". Until now I have a reminder on the day when he send me packing *He points with a finger in the scar in his face*, a long an sharp knife it was...

I was 17 at this time. Young, homeless and lost everything I had. I was looking for work, food and a place to sleep. I applied to the Rheinland military, but they weren't interested, 'cause I'm no "real RheinlÃ¤nder". From this time I was around a small spaceport, where you were always able to get some money as day-tayler.
One day I was hired by a Junker loading scrap into his rusty freighter. After work was done, he looked at me and asked me to come with him, "young, strong men are always in short supply on Kreuzberg" he said.
From this time I was working on Kreuzberg depot. I was working together with this old Junker, who was employed as mechanic and I learned from him. I discovered a hidden talent of mine. Repairing ships with scrap parts.

When there was nothing to do on Kreuzberg I mainly was in the Bar there, listening to Pilots telling their stories about heroism and being aces, about their ships, and tech. I listened to them, tried to get their attention, but for them I was a nobody, just a little dismembered mechanic. They called me Two Face, 'cause of my scar and I hated this name. As fighter pilots are, they respect nothing, but their kind, always overestimating themselves, due to the fact they were not more than pirates, deserters and outlaws. I wanted to show them who I am, but how. I didn't even had a own ship. So I made new plans. I knew it, with my own ship, I could be the hero, the ace they are dreaming of the whole day'¦ Idealistic wasn't I *Tom chuckles*

Anyways deep in the storages of Kreuzberg I found a total loss of a Bottlenose. I was fascinated by this ship. Small, agile, but hard points for really heavy weaponry. The right ship to fulfill my dream. I started to repair it in my free time. It lasted long, but at the end I managed to get that piece of junk in space and survived it.

But then everything went wrong. Not long ago my 'father' the small criminal, you remember (?), appeared in Kreuzberg bar, selling drugs there. A never felt hatred raised deep in me. It was midday break and I only went to bar to get a small lunch. I placed myself right next to him, talked to him, inner filled with anger and hatred, talked nicely and kindly to him, but he did not remember me, did not remember the young boy he took everything off and dismembered for life. My hatred grew more and more and reached an unbearable point, where I took a big wrench from my belt. Long and heavy it was. I took it in my hand and started to club him to death with it. I was no longer permitted to stay and work in Kreuzberg after this incident. They did not even allowed me to keep the Ship I repaired myself. I had to stole it and fled. While I escaped I realized that my 'father' again made me lose anything I had. Maybe fortune, maybe misfortune.

I kept the pot boiling by working as mercenary over the next years, mainly escort services. Until I found a Bounty Hunter three days ago, attacked by Red Hessians, maybe you know them. He asked me to help *He starts laughing* yeah and guess what, the first thing I asked before I went in to help him was, if he is willing to pay me for that. 'Two mills' a head' he shouted and I engaged the fight. Well now we both are laughing 'bout that. After that incident, we talked a lot about bounty hunting, how many money you can make with it and who he is employed at.

This is my story and now here I am looking for work and maybe a new home, as I always did, hoping you have a place for a man like me in your rows. I am awaiting your answer and can be reached via my Sk3pe adress: mc_floyd

*after Tommy finished his application he lights a cigarette, while the screen is fading black...*

Signed,
Tom 'TwoFace' Milestone

-End of Transmission-
--Data Connection Lost--

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