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Voice Feed---------Greetings to the Liberty Navy. I was born on Planet Denver, Colorado. My name is Issac Baker. I am 25, Male and I have come to request to join the Navy. I do not have much combat experience sirs being the son of a DSE transporter piolet but I'm sure with time and training I can improve. (West Point does courses so that might be a good place to start.) I guess you are wanting to know my reasons for wanting to join the Navy. I guess the only way to explain that is to tell a bit about my past, if you don't mind of course Officers......
As I said before my father worked for Deep Space Engineering for as long as I could remember, he loved the cash that would flow in after a run was complete and he taught how to piolet our small transport. We flew around together, father and son, exploring the stars. Or so I though. My father was more intent on exploring for new trade routes I figured. He became even more greedy after my mother left us. She couldn't stand the way we would always be away.
I entered a slight depression after that, and then one night I realized, it was the money that had tore apart our family, and how it had been used so unwisely. The next day my father said that he had received a massive tip of a highly profitable run from a mercenary on Pittsburgh. When I found out it was a smugglers run I was outraged. "Slaves?!" I had screamed. "That'll get you sent to the Sugerland for sure!" But my father was bound be greed and replied buy talking about all the profit it would make.
A slave freight was just coming in to Alcatraz but a freelancer was needed to bump it up to Rochester base, then Junkers could handle it from there. Little to no conversation was exchanged during the transaction of the pods, everyone knew how much the fresh slaves were worth. We proceeded to Rochester base but I could see a problem. Looking at my charts I could see that we would have to go straight past West Point and Planet Manhattan! Things didn't seem good. Now I realize why those pirate scum didn't want to send one of their own men with the shipment, cowards.
We sneaked up along the Detroit debris field. I didn't like this at all and told my dad to turn back but he was paranoid. Suddenly, out of nowhere a Liberty Navy patrol swepped in. They encircled us with expert finesse and skill. I watched in awe as my father watched in horror. They said we were under arrest unless we dropped the cargo. But my dad had a trick up his sleeve. In a Blaze of fire the turrets launched their photonic payloads towards a defender. The ship was destroyed, in that instant I hit the 'jettison cargo' control and sent the pods into space, not in fear of destruction I realize, but in a wanting to free the citizens from their life of slavery. We were under arrest regardless and my father lashed out at me for spoiling his run. I asked myself why credits had to come above me or those peoples liberty?
Four years later he was released from the Huntsville. He didn't want to see me and I had since been staying on a Naval battleship watching the Navy springing to action to destroy the insurgent pirates and oppressors of Liberty. I told him I wanted to join the Navy but he said they were cash obsessed and power hungry. I disagreed completely stating that the Navy use their money to protect Liberty from all danger. Regardless, he forced me to work on his new ship, another small transport. We were on our first run when they struck, Rouges and Outcasts Lashed out from the shadows of space. "You failed us Baker! Those slaves cost good money." Without hesitation missiles came hurtling towards the ship. I made for the cargo pods and buried myself beneath the containers. The noise was deafening but the integrity of the pod held. I was rescued by a patrol of passing Defenders. The were shocked that I had survived, but it turns out I was the shocked one when I learn't my father was dead.
The money, the pirates, they had destroyed my life! I inherited enough credits to buy a civilian star tracker and was on my way in an Armoured transport to purchase one when one of the officers that rescued me asked
"Have you ever thought of joining the Navy?"
"Yes!" I replied.
"And, why didn't you?"
I told him because of my father, he said I should come with him and I came in his ship to the Navy requiting office. "Good luck" He told me.
....And so here I am. I wish to join the Navy because I do not want more innocent people like my father to become corrupt. I do not want to see more innocent people die at the hands of villains like pirates or become enslaved. I lay down my services to protect civilian lives. I do not wish to stuff my face with donuts all day with the LPI, I want to fight on the front lines. I will follow the orders of my commanding officers and defend Liberty from outside threats. For honor, for the peoples liberty, and for Liberty but never, for credits. Thank you sirs.
