Die Rote Front - Recruitment

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Application:

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Name: Lukas Riedel

Story/Biography:
I was born in Freital base, Omega-11. Not many recall it by that name—just another Hessian boulder to most. But for those of us children who grew up there, things were different. Home, where you learned to survive by observing, listening, and keeping your head down—until the day you had to lift it.

My father was a gunner aboard a Red Hessian gunboat, one of a small force that raided into Kruger and Republican convoys. My mother handled logistics, arranging cargo runs and med supply rotations among Omega system bases. I grew up with people who didn't consider themselves pirates, but fighters—resistance against Rheinland's corruption and betrayal.

I learned to fly at an early age. Not formally, not in a simulator. I learned on junkers held together with duct tape and will. By the age of seventeen I was flying escort on raids into mines, by nineteen leading operations into Dresden and Frankfurt. It wasn't always noble. We bombed military patrols on occasion. Occasionally civilians got in the way. That's what you remember.

The Hessians taught me loyalty, discipline, and the price of freedom. But as I grew older, I started asking questions other people didn't ask. Why were we still attacking miners who only attempted to survive? Why did some of the commanders remain in good health while our mechanics got ration bars to eat? I saw the cracks. The cause I was instructed to believe in started to resemble less of a cause, and more of a cycle—revenge feeding itself ad infinitum.

I did not betray and leave. I left with a clear conscience. I drifted around for a while—ran escort duty on Zoners in the Edge Worlds, worked for various neutral parties in the Border Worlds. Always stayed incognito, never hanging around one place too long. I kept flying, though I lost all faith in nothing.

That was not so a few weeks ago. I encountered one of your patrols on the border of Omega-55. It was not to be anything special—I was through-passer. But your pilot did not fire. He hailed me. We talked. Not about ships and orders, but about ideas. Unity, strategy, the fight for something more—not simply against something. That meeting stayed with me.

He never extended an invitation to join him. But he planted the seed. And here I am today. I don't have ideals. I've lost too many to have ideals. But I do know how to fight, how to take orders, and when the time is right, how to lead. I'm not looking for redemption. I'm looking for purpose. If you'll have me, I'm willing to fly with those still holding on to the hope that change is possible.


Why do you want to join us?:
Because I’ve spent my whole life fighting against things—governments, corporations, corruption. But that’s not enough anymore. I want to fight for something. Your faction showed me there’s still honor in structure, in coordination, and in unity. I saw discipline, not dogma. That’s rare.

I don’t expect trust right away. But I’m willing to earn it—with my flight hours, my decisions in the field, and my loyalty where it matters. I bring experience from Omega space, knowledge of Red Hessian tactics, and a pilot’s instinct that’s been tested more times than I care to count.

Give me a chance, and I’ll prove I’m not just a name from a broken past—I’m someone who can help build what comes next.

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OORP Information:

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Ship type: Very Heavy Fighter (VHF), occasional use of Bomber in fleet ops

Have you ever been sanctioned?: No

Timezone: UTC +2

Discord: You already have it

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THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
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