>Today i call you for make a request. Indeed i would like join you for give me a goal and help my people. I'm called Leona, i lived with my "family" into an asteroïd. I say "lived" because our home have been destroyed by LN ships. they wanted to build a station in the area and our presence disturbed. "My father" have refused to leave his home and they have destroyed the asteroïd with my family. After the death of my family, i have recieved an last transmission to my own father, a message from the past. he said "i wasn't your real dad"...
>He stays my own father and the only one. He has learnt to me how to repair and create. already 10 years now...
>I would like join your family, i need it
>//Ending Transmission
Greetings and salutations fellow Junker. First let me thank you for your interest in joining the Congress and appreciate you taking the time to post an application. After reading your application we did some checking and so far cannot find anyone that has seen or met you yet. We do require that you have someone sponsor your membership. So therefore would like to know if there is anyone already in the Congress that may vouch for you?
(09-16-2016, 10:12 AM)Tex.Mex Wrote: >>>INCOMING TRANSMISSION<<<
Sender: Tex.Mex
Recipient: The Junker Congress
Location: Beaumont Base, Texas
Signal strength: Kinda iffy...
Encryption: *SMACK* ok, it's workin' again
Greetings and salutations Congressmen.
My name is Tex.Mex, or Tex, to my friends. Me and my boys have been in the Premium scrap trade around Texas, where I was born, fer enough time to build usselves some of the finest ships you have laid your eyes upon. We have made money, we have made contacts with people from all sides of the fence and all sides of the universe, we have had fun, we have made maps of all the legal and shadowy routes around, and, not sure if I mentioned it already, but last and not least, we have had fun.
Now we been trailin' the skies for quite a while, all happy and drinkin' and smokin' and laughin', when I noticed the laughin' gettin' less, and the drinkin' and smokin' gettin' more. As fun as drinkin' and smokin' is, you need to do them for the right reasons, and the boys was startin' to do it fer all the wrong reasons. We were spendin' so much time in exotic places like Malta, the boys were startin' to lose their culture. That got me thinkin and drinkin' for the wrong reasons as well. Many a times I'd be cruisin' from Pequena Negra to some or the other shadowy destination, when I pass one of ya'll congressmen. I'd be half in a drunkin' stupor from the worries fer my crew, and just slur out a "Howdy". Many of them times the congressmen hail my beaten up ol' Sally back with warmth and friendliness. Sometimes givin' advice on where to stick the next parts that I salvage onto Sally, sometimes just havin' a quick chat about dreams and ideals, but always the voice on the other side brings back memories of happier times with me and my boys. Now my boys are my family. I care great deals about them. I would do anything to keep them happy. An' that there is where ya'll come in. I see what you got. I like what you got goin'. I want some of that fer me and my crew.
I want my boys to be spendin' time with our own people again. To relearn the culture, and see what we offer them that no drug-induced illusions of greener grass can ever offer them. I would like them to get up in the mornin' with the same ideal of usin' the scrap we find to build a better world, instead of gettin' up just to sneak into the cargo hold for some more cardamine and rum.
I hereby implore on ya'lls kindness and southern hospitality to take us in before my boys totally falls off the wagon. They're good people, they just need some spit and polish to make them shine again. In exchange for that I offer you the services of a Salvager, Wrecker and Recycler, built by our own hands from scratch, and held together by our own blood and sweat. If we're not loadin', offloadin', or fixin' up our ship, we're out flyin', minin' and tradin'. Please help us out, before I have a mutiny on my hands and the boys kill me to get one last hit of cardamine in the hold.
Yours sincerely,
Tex.Mex
P.S. If anyone finds an eye lodged in somewhere on the Wrecker, please give it back to Bobby. Been lookin' fer it fer ages!
Hello again Tex! It's been damn fine meeting ya and I am expecting great things from you too. Even though when we met only for the first time the other day in the scrap field of Texas. I could tell immediately you were the right sort of person we are looking for. Thank you for applying to join our rather dysfunctional family. Now as this is merely a formality and only necessary to make things official lets get on with it. Because as you already know you are...
APPROVED!
(09-19-2016, 03:02 AM)fl-Noblesse Wrote: Your Name:
> Leona Ronne
Your Age:
> 27 Eye color?: Green, border grey
Where are you from?:
> Gallia, Picardy
Previous Jobs/Roles:
> scrap collector, trading, escort, explorer
Detailed Background, a Paragraph (the more we can learn about you, the better):
>>>Entering Message<<<
>Ok so, mhh...
> I introduce myself, my name is Leona, i'm gallic. My family is come for change their life after that they was killed because of Navy. I've built a salvager with some wrecks collected with a CSF, 2 two years of work. Now i'm a simple premium scraps huntress and i would like join the Junker Congress. My ship is called Gallic-Noblesse, i do not deny my origins, like that, I still remember what I experienced. Yeah the way to come into liberty has been so hard. Chased by Bounty hunter, brigants, hellfires.
Finally, what is your Skype?:
> fl-noblesse@outlook.fr
Hello my new friend Leona. We have been flying together a few times now and we must say you've done very well. Since we've come to know you and recognize your talent we will be accepting your application for membership at this time. Just so were clear you are..
