Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH])

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COMMID: Aaron Valencia
To: Brotherhood's recruitment office

The Brotherhood Recruitment Application

Full Name: Aaron Felix Valencia

Age: 22

Skills: Experienced pilot, blockade runner, forward recon specialist

Why TBH: There comes a point in man's life where he seeks more than women, money and power. For me, I seek honor. For a long time, I was loyal only to the contract, and the bottom dollar was all it came down to. When I flew, I flew only in the name of money, or vengeance against those who had wronged me in the past. Now, I wish to fly in the name of honor, and pride in the Corsair Nation

History: If you wish to know about my past, I will tell you it all, starting from the time I was but a small child.

I grew up on Crete in a lower class family, never having much in the way of possessions, however between my mother and father working, there was all ways just enough to pay the bills, and put food on the table. We may have been poor in the way of money, but love was something we were never short on. I am the only child in the family, as my parents were struggling enough to support just the three of us, forbid another mouth to feed and clothe. As such, I received all of the attention, making my younger years very happy, despite the lack of money. Life was happy and satisfying for me, until the accident.....

On a usual Friday afternoon, I was sitting at home by myself, waiting for Mother to return home, as she was always the first home because she worked close by in the city. However, on that hot afternoon, no one came home until very late. I had fallen asleep on the kitchen table waiting by that point. I awoke to the thud of my father closing the door behind him. I looked up into his eyes, I knew something was wrong. "Aaron.... Your mother didn't make it home from work, there was an accident.."

Those were the words that closed the curtain on what was my old life.. Now Dad was never there anymore. He was working a new job just to provide for me. I never saw him anymore, money just turned up. I could do whatever I wanted, but It wasn't the same. Only seeing Dad once a fortnight was getting old. By this stage I was 16, almost a man. All of a sudden, Dad didn't come that weekend. The only thing that came home was a note. It read.

Dear Aaron,

You have never met me, and you probably never will for your own safety. Your father died protecting me. He did what he did out of honor, and pride in the great Corsair nation.. This is a gift from me to you. I suggest you use it to purchase a ship.

If your skills are even half as good as your fathers, you will find your way.

R


I dont know how this made me feel. At first, I was angry at my dad for leaving me, but then this rage faded into sadness, that we were so poor he had to put his life on the line protecting me. I made the resolve that I would make so much money, that when I started my own family that would never happen. I used the money to purchase my own Decurion and put my self through pilot school.

From then on my life only went in one direction: money. I was a soldier for hire, a contraband runner. You name it, I did it in exchange for money. I earned my way to the top until I owned a fighter of every class, with plenty of money to spare. However, even then I felt empty inside. There was something I was missing.. It wasn't love, as I had a partner who I loved very dearly.

Then it hit me one morning as I woke up. Shaking off the hangover, I realized what it was. I had no purpose, nothing to fight for anymore.

Now I wish to take to the skies again, not for money, but for honor. I wish to join my brothers in something greater than just money for toys and alcohol. I wish to fight in the name of our great nation, for my people.

Yours,
Aaron Valencia

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