It's that time of the week again, apparently. Colin's sitting alone on the bridge of the Red Deer II, out in the depths of the Alberta system, gazing out into the not-so-empty part of space directly ahead of him. Simple stationkeeping in quiet corner of Sirius like this one doesn't require much in the way of crew on the bridge. Except for when it gets less quiet, of course.
Colin's staring contest with Alberta's lone sun is abruptly lost the moment an announcement comes on over the bridge's comms system. It's over almost as quickly as it started.
"Right. Come on in."
After a short while, one of the more remote bulkhead doors slide open with a "whoosh" as one of Liberty's finest steps onto the bridge with a stack of paper in tow. After handing the stack over to Colin in the captain's chair, he proceeds right back out again before the door has had time close behind him, leaving the bridge just as quiet as it was a minute ago. Except for the sound of Colin being stuck with a heap of applications, of course.
"Grmh."
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INCOMING TRANSMISSION, NN NO. #6395310 Sender: Deputy Chief Colin Sinclair, on behalf of Liberty Police, Inc. Location: Red Deer II, Alberta Subject:Applications, Mr. Tarlar and Mr. Miles
Ok. So, after some consideration, I've chosen to accept Mr. Stefan Tarlar out of the two of you for a rather simple reason; your application is far too short for me to make up my mind about it, Mr. Miles. While I do commend the effort you put in by getting your patrol vessel set up before you were accepted, I never saw it in action first-hand so it didn't help all that much in the end, I'm afraid. You are of course free to apply again at a later time if you're still interested.
Mr. Tarlar, I'll send you a 5-KYP3 comms protocol contact request later today to finalize things and to get you added to our private comms channel.
Signed,
-Colin Sinclair, Deputy Chief of the Liberty Police, Inc.