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[Satsume]

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###### Message Start

Young Satsume Nakama had a hard time dealing with the consequences of losing his sight in the War.

His live had taken a tight turn as he had not only lost his sight, as much as his pride and his family, save his brother which he hadn't seen for over a decade.
In effect he realized, not seeing his brother for a decade might as well leave him with no family at all.

The worst part of it was that he did in fact not loose his sight while fighting.
He lost his sight whilst protecting his brother from a blast wave of an explosion aboard the Noguchi caused by a small group of corsair pirates.
He saved his brother's life by miraculously sending him off in the last escape pod left in the miner, while he couldn't see anything.

He crawled and stumbled across the ship's cargo hold towards the cockpit, safely away from the explosions and fires in the engine room.
As the Noguchi got pulled in Honshu's gravitational pull, he climbed into his father's safe, which was, as he remembered, lined with reinforced niobium.
The Noguchi trembled and heated up as it penetrated the atmosphere, it started to rotate under the huge amount of friction.
This turned out to be Satsume's luck as it descended belly down towards the planet, it skipped over the plains and finally came to a crashing halt onto a steep hill.

Now safely on land Satsume crawled out of the safe towards the hold, where he scowered for a drink and some food, after which he fell asleep against one of the many containers lined up to be sold on Honshu.

The Noguchi had been his home for 23 years now, he was born there and knew practically nothing about life on land.
His father, Kenji Nakama, a seasoned miner, had his mind set on buying a Bumblebee with the load the Noguchi was carrying, this would have been his final run.
And as it turned out it was...

Satsume didn't really know how much time had past, but he spent it all where he was home; on board the crashed Noguchi.
After what seemed months, he got accustomed to rely only on his other senses, to "see" what others didn't, and started live again.

Apart from mining and transporting some goods on request, his father had a keen eye for light fighters, and he recently picked one up on a long run from liberty space,
a bargain he said, Satsume had never seen him happier then on that particular day.
Luckily for Satsume, the Starflier was still in the hold of the Noguchi, and he figured he could use this to get off Honshu.
He watched his father tinker away at it for months and based on what he had seen he customized the Starflier wreck to his sight-less "needs" and left Honshu.

Part luck, part instinct, part modified ship, got him across the system to the jumpgate to, what the computer told him, New Tokyo, upon arrival he took a tradelane to planet New Tokyo, that got interrupted by corsairs.
As he heard the comm chatter he realized these three where not going to back down because he was a civilian.
As the impacts of weapons fire crackled on his shield he instinctively fired his boosters and made a 180 to face the corsairs head on.
By sheer instinct, relying on his senses and modifications to his ship he managed to shoot down two and scaring the last one away.

This encounter had changed him;
He didn't burst into rage,
He wasn't about to turn back and go to Crete to take on the Corsairs,
He finally found a way to do something, something he wanted to do the moment the war started; He could now defend his loved ones, his people, himself.

He decided he is in charge of his own future, thus he would do what ever felt "right" to him.
Over the next couple of months he took on missions wherever he could, freelancing across many systems.
He had been to Liberty, Rheinland and even some borderworld systems, he was finally alive, at least that's what he thought, and what he kept telling himself.

Satsume got sadder with every jump he took, with every tradelane he docked with.
He started to feel like he missed something, an emptiness, a void.

It took him months to realize he missed his roots, he had nothing which reminded him of his old life, nothing to reflect him or his family.
He felt like he greatly dishonored his family, and decided to go back to Kusari, thus he did.

Leaving his memories for what they were, he undocked from a tradelande in Okinawa and got jumped by a few junkers and pirates,
unbeknownst to the pirates, Satsume now had quite some experience in dealing with these criminals, and fought back, hard.

As he was twisting and turning to avoid incoming missiles, and firing on the junker's hull, the comms screeched with a COMM-ID not belonging to any of the pirates.
His ship's computer told him Kasugai Hatsumi a captain in GMG was trying to contact him.
He flicked the comms volume back up and a message was being read to him; "Konnichiwa Satsume, I see you are busy, I would like to talk to you".
He replied a quick "Konnichiwa" and faught of a few more pirates.

After all quieted down, he and Cpt. Hatsumi had a brief talk, discussing some ship equipment and Satsume's current employment.
When they had firmly established that he was a freelancer, Hatsumi suggested a job opening at GMG.

Satsume docked at Fujisawa Station for some well deserved rest and a quick patch-up of his ship.

As he walked back into his ship to finally lie down in his bunk, his computer recognized him entering and told him a message was waiting for him.
He lay down and told the computer to read it to him.
It was Hatsumi, with, as he promised, the details for the job opening at GMG.

As he slumbered into a deep sleep, GMG was somehow all that was on his mind.
His dreams that night had been uneasy.
Sights of his father piloting the Noguchi, countless of battles with more countless pirates, made him twist and turn in his bunk.

In the middle of the night he woke up, he asked for his computer, which immediately came to life and responded.

"Take a message for me, send it to the GMG recruitment office"

"Sir?"

"Do it please, add 'Application' as the message subject"

"Alright, sir. I trust you know what you are doing"

"I am, you know I am, I gave you your AI Brain to think, not to contradict me"

"I am aware sir, my apologies"

"Good, download the form Hatsumi send me, and fill out, then read it to me"

"Done, sir.

It reads:

Name:
- Satsume Kenji Nakama

Age:
- 26

Previous Occupation:
- Freelancer

Background:

- Father: Kenji Nakama
- Mother: Yomi Nakama
- 1 Brother; Ken Nakama

I attached a file with your personal log here, sir"

"Good, please continue"

"Alright, sir.

Division Choice:
- Security Division

Reason(s) for choosing to join GMG:

Sir?"

"Many, make sure it reads my parents were in the mining business, I lost my way, and want to honor my parents and family with following in their footsteps"

"Alright, continuing

Reason(s) for choosing to join the division(s) you picked:
- Due to prior experience in freelancing, I would be of most use in the division ensuring security amongst GMG, I will however do as I am told.


**\\OOC//**

Have you ever been sanctioned before? If yes, what for?
- No.

Previous RP Experience:
- I have played many web-text-based RPG's, along with creating one of my own. And have played WoW for half a year.

Current Server Faction(s):
- None.

Please rate what you consider your RP skills to be, on a scale of 1-10:
- 8.

Do you agree to never at any point go OOC in system chat?
- Yes.

If you fail to abide by the following rules, do you agree to lose the GMG| tag?
- Yes.

**\\End OOC//**

Is this alright sir?"

"Hmm, A bit short on the reasons for joining, but I gather the reasons themselves are sound.
Make sure you encrypt it then send it along it's way."

"Alright sir, will do. Sir?"

"Yes?"

"I calculated you're making a sound choice, I also calculated I should be 'happy' to be your computer, should I?"

*Snickers* "I don't know, have you ever miscalculated?"

"No, sir."

"There's your answer. Notify me if we get a response, I'll be in the bar."

"Will do sir"

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