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[jenya]

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[To]> Elders, The Brotherhood
[From]> Ixeuticus Martius

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Greetings

After flying and dogfighting for a while I decided to make an application for The Brotherhood.
See the attached file

Thanks Ixe

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Skills: I am experienced with fighter craft, I like to push my Gladiator to its limits.
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Reason for Application:
Being a fighter isn't easy especially if you are facing a BHG fleet. So I thought that
joining The Brotherhood will help me take on more challenging enemies. I also hope
that I can help out wipe Gamma of BHG. Also I want to avenge my grandfather who
defended Crete all his life, and my father who was killed in an unfair fight against the
Outcasts.

Bio:
My great-grandfather came to Crete and helped to colonize it. My grandfather was
a superior Gladiator pilot, he was also a very good technician. He helped in
development of the Legionnaire. He was killed by Bounty Hunters in the
Malvada Cloud.

I was born and raised on Crete. My father was a good pilot like my grandfather.
He taught me how to fly a Titan, even tho he himself had a gunboat. When I
turned 16, he started to take me on the missions with him, but he wont let me
fight.
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A distress signal came to Crete, it was a signal from one of Corsair patrols which
was patrolling around Omicron Kappa jump hole. The signal was forwarded to all
patrolling ships in the area. We were the closest to the jump hole.

So my father set course for Kappa jump hole, and when we got there there were
only three Outcast ships. It was an easy work with a gunboat, but I had the feeling
that something was wrong. And my feelings were right.

Out of nowhere 6 Outcast battleships surrounded us, blocking all escape routes.
My father told me to go for the escape pod, but I refused and told him that I would
fight beside him. He said "You are too young to die", and told his men to get me
into the escape pod, with force if necessary. That got me really angry so I said
some abusive words to my father before I got taken away to the pod. When I was
locked in the pod, the pod lights turned red and the pod jettisoned from the
gunboat. But I did not go far, the pod hit one of the rocks in Maldava Cloud, and
the fuel line broke and I was left drifting there. But I did not despair, I had a good
view of the battle that took place. Well not really a battle, a pure heartless
massacre. I watched as the gunboat exploded and the shock wave pushed me
further. Then came 10 BHG bombers, but nothing else happened. Then it hit me,
I quickly hacked into the pod's communication array and after about 10 minutes,
I was able to hear the conversation between the Outcasts and the BHG. It turns
out that the whole massacre was planned and that BHG was working with Outcasts.

Time passed, but neither party wanted to leave. As my pod floated through space,
no one seemed to notice it (maybe they thought its part of a wreckage. So I decided
to contact Crete and tell them about what happened.

That was a mistake.

Suddenly I was on everyone's scanners, but being in an enemy faction to both
of them, they broke out in disagreement. Guns started firing, torpedoes flying
I was hypnotized by such a large battle. but when one of the destroyers blew
up, the shock wave blew me into yet another rock, I snapped out of confusion
and sent a distress signal to Crete telling what had happened.

Soon only 1 battleship and 3 bombers were remaining, and they were pretty
damaged. The shooting started to die down, and soon it stopped altogether.
I listened and one of the Hunters made a proposition: to kill me.

I despaired, being such an easy target and not knowing what to do, I asked a
question "Who will kill me?". And as I hoped they started arguing again, that
gave me some time ("Time for what?", I asked myself).

And finally.. Backup arrived 2 dreadnoughts, 3 cruisers and a dozen of fighters.
The Outcast battleship and the remaining bombers forgot their differences and
fled into Omicron Kappa system, but all were damaged and did not get far.
While the execution took place, my pod was tractored by a cruiser.

Upon arriving on Crete, I went home to my mother and told her everything that
happened. She cried, but not for long. She went to her room and came back with
a note, in which my father told me to fix up my grandfather's Gladiator and fight
for Corsairs. I asked my mother bout the fighter, and she told me that it was
stored in one of the hangars.

Next day I went to take a look at the Gladiator, and what I saw freaked me out
all that was left was the body and the right wing, the rest lay there in a nice
neat pile. So I started rebuilding the fighter pretty much from scratch (or junk).

After 2 years of non stop reconstruction, my pockets were squeezed dry, I was
broke, but at least the Gladiator was finished. I took it for a test fly, and it
turns out that it was the most agile ship that I had ever flown. After such a long
time building it, I some how bonded to it, and I will not trade it in for any other
ship.

That was 3 years ago.

I have grown, I have flourished, but I will never forget.

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Name: Ixeuticus Martius
Age: 21
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Birthplace: Crete, Omicron Gamma

Call: Ixe
Ship: Gladiator
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Relatives:
Mother: Loraine Martius - Crete, Omicron Gamma
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