Council Recruitment Office

[XilianX]

Name: Camille Pissarro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Desole, but I am not entirely sure as is explained in the background section of the application
Previous jobs: I was a student on planet New Paris if that is indeed a job. Graduated last year from 'Nouveau a Paris Institut de la Science'. I have been working as a loading hand aboard a cargo vessel for the past year.
The Division you would like to join:

• [X]Council Assault and Security Division
  
• [X]Council Trade and Supply Division
  
• [ ]Council Technology and Advancement Division
  

S.K.Y.P.E.: xilianx_svit

Short story about yourself: I am the son of a fairly wealthy New Parisian Bussinessman and his "Paid Company". I was born during one of my father's financial trips Planet Orleans and thus the lack of a specific birthplace. Soon after my birth my father passed me off to my Aunt on New Paris where I grew up. She was a wonderful woman, until the Gallic Royal Navy arrested her and locked her up for sheltering a stranded Council Pilot who had found himself crash landed on the planet. After that I was left without any financial aid and had to work as a loading hand aboard a small cargo ship. It took a while but I eventually worked up enough credits to buy myself a vessel of some value. However, if I am indeed accepted I do believe I will need to completely change my vessel and armaments. With this new ship I was finally able to get out and see what my beloved Gallia had to offer me, however I was horrified to see the treachery, that had taken my aunt away, prominent throughout the systems. I could only think to myself, "This should change, this must change," and I hoped to help with that change. On one occasion I saw two Gallic Royal Navy fighters shooting up civilian transport even after the transport had cut engines and surrendered its cargo, which was a mere load of Industrial Material, hardly a contraband cargo item. I could not stand by and watch the innocent vessel be destroyed, so I quickly jumped in and engaged the two fighters. I do not know how I came out of that scap alive, but I did and now I am a wanted man on the run. I felt good about what I had done, but what could I as a single person do about bring around a change. However, then I remembered what the refuge Council pilot had told me, "We are always looking for good men to aid in the bettering of Gallia," and I decided to give it a try. I am not sure if this message will even reach the Council as the comm frequency given to me by that fugitive is over four years old. However if it does, do know that I am a willing pilot. Ready to serve the Council. Merde, I just picked up a Gallic Royal Navy vessel on long range scanners, so I must run. Au revoir.

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[11:36:41 PM] Amit Weisman: but Liam scares the **** out of me