RepEx Now Hiring

[Spoofer]

Brought into the world by Rheinland revolutionist parents indulged in cardamine trade, little Arnold was, at first, a spoiled brat who got everything he ever pointed his fingers at. His first toys were a Starflier and two Justice Mk I weapons, that he used for harmless target practice in the debrie fileds, outside Baden Baden.
But at the age of 6, everything changed by the deaths of his parents by the hands of the Rheinland Military. All of a sudden, Arnold was alone in the world with noone to trust. It did not take long for him to find himself in the footprints of his parents, dealing cardamine off the streets of New Berlin.
For a while, all was well.
Until the local police got a hold of him at the age of 20. Now, he was sentensed to prison for 30 years, during which he had a revelation; "I need to quit doing this, or I'll spend the rest of my, surely 125 year long, life getting wasted and believing that I am 20 again". When he got out he went straight and started programming weapon simulations for Ageira Co.
Again all was well. Until the second tragedy struck.
At the age of 63, his house burned down.
Now, standing there, having lost everything and being without isurance, he sees an ad on a wall saying:





Republican Shipping Express, Inc.
We move commerce at the speed of light!

Now serving all of the Sirius Sector


What we offer:
A brand new fully stocked large transport vessel
An attractive 5 million credit startup bonus
Access to our database of lucrative trade routes
The chance to explore the galaxy
The ability to make a lot of money
Great benefits package
Nomad transportation licenses


What we require:
Knowledge of and adhesion to galactic rules and regulations(server rules)
The willingness to obey reasonable orders from RepEx management
Strict adherement to social status as a lawful trader (RP)
A love of exploration and adventure
Occasional small contributions to the companies 401K plan (faction maintenance costs)





...and a new revelation strikes.

He pulls together his last money, takes a cargo transport to his depot in Baden Baden, pulls out his old Starflier and travels down to meet up at the designated place for the intervju.
Once he gets there, he is amazed by the vastness of the glass door in front of him, and as he walks inside the enormous room, he's also struck by the constitution of the CEO sitting in front of him.
"Arnold..?" he says.
"Yes sir. Good evening Sir." Arnold replys.
"Would you like to answer a few question for me, please?"
"Very much, Sir"
"Allright. For starters, how long have you been "in the busnis"?"
"For about 10 minutes, but I've had quite some other experience with trading"
"Ok. So why do you want to work here, and what do you think you can bring to the company?"
"First off, I can tell you that I always work hard for reaching my goals. Though I've had a bit of unluck in my life. You see......."
And he tells the CEO his story, about the little boy who grew up, and the CEO listens carefully... After Arnold has finnished, the CEO is silent for a little while, thinking it over, before replying:
"If we were to hire you; what three digit number would you like to be assigned to you?"
"222. Since I am, by now, a little supersticious, I'd like to have my lucky number 2 placed the magic number "3" times in a row, Sir"
"Ok. You may now leave, and we will get back to you after reaching a conclusion about your case."
"Thank you, Sir"

Arnold then turns around and walks towards the door in the back. As he opens the door to walk out, thinking about the intervju, he notices the reflection in the glass. Just for a blink of a second, he could swear he saw the, earlier so serious, CEO smile...