Novak ends the call and puts away his comms device.
"Thanks for nothing..." (muttered)
Novak tears up one of the two pieces of paper he's carrying, throwing the remains into a nearby recycler. Continuing to walk towards his ship, Novak reads the other piece of paper, one passed to him by his brother, Aleph.
L'Unione Corse Wrote:
Unione Corse Recruitment
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Welcome.
This is the place where you will apply for our grand cause. First, it is suggested that you familiarize yourself with the server rules and the other Union Corse pages. Also, there is something that you should know; service in the Corse will be fun, profitable, but not necessarily easy.
1. Your name
2. Your physical description.
3. Your biography.
"Well," thinks Novak, "No harm trying."
Novak proceeds to fill up the form.
1. Your name
Novak Starsunder
2. Your physical description.
Average height and build.
3. Your biography.
My family hails from Planet Houston. My Bretonian parents were previously employed by DSE. We have recently renounced our Liberty citizenship and moved to Gallia on a 4 year permit.
My parents are doing freelance transportation work in Gallia using the family ship. I am flying my own light fighter, purchased second-hand from a Gallic merchant. I seek employment with you so that my parents can have an easier life here in Gallia.