Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH])

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Transmission shows young Corsair.
He looks like in a good mood, but just a little nervous.




Intercom displays details:
Name: Javier Limon
Location: Crete

Senor Werss,

my application for The Brotherhood follows, pefavor.

Name: Javier (Mariachi) Limon
Age: 27
My skills: Praetorian pilot. Not bad in covering with Imperator. I can use Titan for killing bombers and teamblasting gunships.
Reason why I chose TBH: to support a good bomber wing perfavor. And be supported by it, for a greater cause. I hate to see so many fat-faces, like that Brett tea-drinkers, playing with their food like spoiled children, enjoing all luxuries, while our glorious nation is starving to death. They even ally with those red-headed berserkers now. I will have dinner in New London one day, or I will have it in hell!

My biography:

I can't sing. A problem? Well, yes. No bigger problem in MY family than that. I was even named by long time dead proffesor from ancient Mediterranean Music Institute. You all know my padre Antonio, he is mariachi. Mi madre Penelope, she runs both bookstores in all Omegas. Both stores are small, but never crowded. We were never rich, but life was nice no matter.

Sometimes we had no food, like every other proud Corsair. But, not too often. My childhood... it was full of love, joy, cute birthday presents... and music... plenty of music *sigh*. Years of fiesta. But, my singing... it was bad since I was born and stayed that way. I had many of singing lessons, but simply no luck. My parents were hiding me in my room whenever we had guests in our hacienda.

Before my 10th birthday, my parents asked me what I'd like to be. I don't know what did they expect, but when I said I wanna be a bomber pilot, my padre beated me hard. Next day they gave me a finest gift: the harmonica produced by finest Corsair factory Musica Hermosa S.A. I took the damn thing and I made me a model of Praetorian. I painted it with wax that my padre was shining his guitar with. I was playing with my new toy all night, while Crete was sleeping.

For my 16th birthday they gave me a very special guitar, a fine instrument saved from Hispania, one of the sleeper ships. It was their last try to make a mariachi of me. I took the damn thing and sold it at the nearest airport and took my first ship in return. Spawn shop keeper was very happy about it. Ship was old, so I had to make a lot of repairs on it. I went home, took my padres guitar to, sold it to buy repair parts and never returned back home. I left my home. I left my family. I left my life. But I've met my self. And it was all I had for years. Rest of my ships I earned by patroling and killing Hunters in Gamma for years... *spits*

I'm now 27 and can apply to The Brotherhood. I am pure bloded, do not warry about that, hermanos. And my hate for fat-faces is even more pure.

I have 3 ships I'd like to dedicate to better future of Crete, all are fully equiped and ready to fiesta.

Titan - Agua.Misteriosa
Praetorian - Tierra.Misteriosa
Imperator - Montana.Misteriosa

*Limon raises his glass of tequila* To reach the stars together, hermanos!

Limon moves his hand and reaches OFF button.

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