☠ Incoming transmission.
☠ Signal source: Pittsburgh Relay, New York
☠ Opening video feed...
Sender: W.P. Recipient: Thine brothers in arms. Subject: An opportunity I can't refuse.
Well, now, isn't this a sight for sore eyes. I've been an on-off supporter of your organization for quite some time...but after some internal consternation and recent events, I'd prefer to be a more proactive supporter of this glorious cause, mm? I think you'll find what interests you below. Don't dally on getting back to me, now.
1.) Name: William Peter Mitchell
2.) Date of Birth: May 23rd, 801 A.S.
3.) Place of Birth: Planet Houston, Texas
4.) Describe in your own words your previous experiences, your view of the Xeno Alliance, and your motivation to join:
Most of my own experiences are tales best left for my autobiography - but I'll cut straight to the point. My family has long fostered a line of officers and civil servants. My father served with distinction in the Liberty Navy, and his father before him was the youngest officer to command a capital ship in the fledgling Navy. My mother and her mother both served as senators representing Houston. All in all, we've given more than our fair share to Liberty, and I was ready to be the next in line to do so.
Then, on my twenty-first birthday, I received news that my father had given his life in a failed offensive on Leeds. Liberty had broken her back, and the bodies of thousands of her loyal soldiers, for another house that had never made the same sacrifices for us.
I sat in government offices to have meetings with so many middle-management bureaucrats, all in an attempt to get answers or recompense. There was none to be had; every day the Neural Net feeds showed Liberty warships in flames, and a resurgent Bretonia capitalizing on our sacrifice. I knew then as I knew now that Liberty would never free herself from the shackles of foreign influence, or the death-grip of rank corruption. As such, I did what any impulsive twenty-something would do; broke into the first space-capable snubcraft I could find, kicked myself into low Houston orbit, and never looked back.
The last few years of hard life on my own have given me more than a few skills behind the controls, and I'd like to think I've kept up the street-smarts to match. Perhaps you'll disagree - after all, there's always more to learn out here - but I believe much of my personal feelings leave me with no better place to hone my skills and offer my service.