[LN] Liberty Navy First Fleet Recruitment

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Status: Pending
Date of Birth: 790 A.S. Age 29.
Place of Birth: Planet Curacao, Cortez System
Gender: Male
Height: 6'6" / 1.98 m
Weight: 215 lbs / 92.5 kg
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown

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PERSONAL DETAILS:
Relatives: Richard Lambert (Father):[color=#FFCC33] LOCATION UNKNOWN, Christina Wallace (Mother) DECEASED: Freeport 4, 798 A.S.
Previous Fields of Work: 6 years as a Bounty Hunter, followed by 7 years as a small time independant freelancer.
Experience: Piloting a variety of fighter craft and light freighters. Hunting and avoiding pirates. Running trade routes and some mining. Shows a degree of leadership skill.
Timezone: MT -6, GMT -7, or GMT -8 depending.
S-KYP3 Communication Details: PhoenixReckoning

TRANSCRIPT OF INITIAL INTERVIEW:

[A slight rustling noise is heard: a man settles into a chair]

"Hello. I am Lieutenant Maria Graves, director of this Liberty Navy recruitment depot aboard Newark Station. How can I help you today, Mister...?"

"Name's Lambert. James Lambert. I'm here to apply for the Officer Candidate School at West Point."

[There is a slight pause before Lt. Graves replies.]

"And what leads you to believe you are qualified for such a program, Mr. Lambert?"

[A snort of amusement is heard from Lambert.]

"You mean why is a guy my age applying to hop on a transport and go join a bunch of kids at a military school? Well now, that's a bit of a tale. Will it take up too much of your time?"

"No, Mr. Lambert. I have the time, as long as you promise not to get lost in the details."

"Well, I can probably do that for ya. You see, I was born out on Curacao. My mom worked for Orbital Spa, my dad was a Bounty Hunter. They had me even though they never actually got married, guess that's how it goes sometimes. Requirements of my dad's service and all that. Mom died when I was a kid, and Dad was never really the same after. He got me started in the Guild at Sheffield, but then ended up chasing some big time pirates off in the boonies and I never really saw him much after that. Guess I was kind of raised by the Hunters. They certainly were able to teach me to fly, but not much else, I guess. Was in the Guild for a while, but lost one too many a wingman I guess, and ended up leaving to become a freelancer. Flew around the sector a few times, worked here and there, but the trouble I was hoping to leave behind finally caught up with me."

"Oh? Please tell me about this 'trouble', Mr. Lambert."

"Back during my Guild days, I was chasing a lot of the same types Dad was - mainly Outcasts, some Hackers. All big-time cardamine guys. Eventually I stopped being just another Hunter to them. That's when things get dangerous, y'know. They want my ass, they want it bad, and giving up the Guild wasn't enough for these guys. And, well... they finally found me."

"So how does that lead you to think the Liberty Navy is your new calling in life?"

[A hint of sarcasm is beginning to enter the Lieutenant's voice.]

"Well, here's the thing. I can't really leave Liberty on my own at this point, not if I want to come out alive on the other side, at least. Now, I have some skills and experience that would be highly beneficial to your Navy, such as years of experience piloting small craft, chasing pirates, operating independently, et cetera. I don't think serving as a naval rating or noncom would really be in my best interests, but the wandering life, with the constant danger and other risks involved, has gotten to be too much for me. This might be the only time you ever hear this from a man like myself, but I need some structure in my life."

"That's all well and good, but will you really be in it for the long haul with us? Who's to say you won't decide to wander off to the Edge Worlds again after a few paychecks?"

"Well that would be mighty difficult, wouldn't it? I won't make it two jumps out of Liberty before the pirates are all over me. I'm basically stuck here, so why not put my services to the use of a good cause? Besides, isn't that what West Point is for? Weeding out all the recruits lacking in the loyalty and dedication departments with all the hazing and whatnot?"

"Hazing is banned at West Point, Mr. Lambert."

"Right. And I'm the Queen of Bretonia. It doesn't matter to me though. Give me all you've got, I can handle it."

[Lt. Graves is silent for a moment, obviously thinking.]

"Well Mr. Lambert, you've piqued my interest with your explanation. I'll go ahead and forward your application to Captain Baker at the academy. They'll let you know within a standard week."

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