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To: The Brotherhood Recruitment office.
From: Applicant Armando Castillo.
Regarding: Application to join The Brotherhood.

Data form follows:


Full Name:
Armando Castillo


Age:
24


Skills:
Negotiation, Navigation, Tracker, Skilled Gunboat Pilot.


Reason I chose you:
I've had an independently piloted M42 'Imperator' class gunboat for several months now, I've found that flying with no wingmen or other pilots gets quite 'lonely', my crew never offer any decent conversations, all of them are in it for the spoils (when there are any). I've heard plenty of good stuff about The Brotherhood, and I thought this may be a good place to start looking for a more 'Long term' solution.

My Biography:
After my birth, I was thrown between my Mothers and my fathers life quite often. Although I spent more time with my Mother, due to the fact that my father was a drunk who spent all of his time raiding passers by for anything they had. My mother would often take me out in her small, older class fighter to show me the great Order capital ships as they rolled by. I often dreamed about those vessels, in some dreams I was piloting a great Order Battlecruiser, and in others I was being hunted down by a ruthless Order gunboat.

Once I reached the appropriate age I got a job installing cameras and alarms in small factories on planet Crete, this offered me enough credits to maintain a fairly decent life, as well as better support my mother, who had been greatly weakened by an illness that had been affecting several residents in the area. A few months passed, when I received a call from one of my fathers friends. That was strange. My father never allowed his friends to interact with his 'past' life. I then learned that my father had been killed in a drunken bar fight on a nearby shipyard, he had apparently taken a swing at a younger man, missed, and then fallen and hit his head. He had fractured his skull, which in Corsair life was generally a death sentence. He had died several hours later, on a table in a friends house. His funeral was fairly regular service, being mostly payed for by close friends that worked with him. Upon leaving the funeral, I was contacted by one of my father friends, who said his name was Alejo. He said he was the one who called me too. He then gave me several pieces of paper and then proceeded to explain that my father had left me his Ship, as well as several thousand credits. At first I didn't want the vessel, it had a tarnished reputation, and half its crew were overpaid slobs.

The vessel lay in a dock for several months, until one day I decided to take her out for a spin, seeing as the crew had been nagging me non stop, asking me for permission to take the vessel for their own. I decided to take the vessel out to the borders of corsair space. Upon arrival at my intended position I looked around There were two trading vessels nearby. Odd. I didn't think traders came this close to Corsair space. I ordered the navigator to scan the vessels. One was carrying refugees. The other was hauling Military vehicles. I ignored the vessel carrying refugees and opened a communication channel to the ship transporting military vehicles. "This is Captain Castillo of the Corsair ship Pizarro, I-"
"Hahaha is that you ol' Castillo?! I believe last time we met you were too drunk to even speak straight. Why don't you wait until your a little more sober eh?" The trader replied in a slightly Bretonian accent.
I replied "Well.. Er.. You see this is Former Castillo's son, Armando. And now, I'm going to ask that you transfer 6000 credits to my Nerual-net account." I looked at the Navigator, who shook his head with a smile. "6 thou- what? Haha, you sure that isn't you Castillo? Thats a far more reasonable amount then your usual." The navigator tapped on my shoulder, I looked at him and he whispered
"Captain, sir, we usually demand amounts ranging from 500 thousand to five million depending on cargo."
"Oh err.. Make that 600... Thousand credits." I said to the salty captain of the trading vessel.
"Oh.. Your not joking.. Well, erm *Typing sounds* there you go.. Sent."
"Excellent. Thank you for your kind donation. Now. be on your way my good sir." I replied.
That was the first time I had ever pirated anything, I'd stolen items before, but never had I taken anything that really had value. I continued to pirate traders and miners as I ran into them. I found why my father had worked this way, although not why he had taken up drinking. It was a lucrative 'job'. Probably the best way to earn credits for any corsair. However after seeing several fleets of Corsair ships travelling through space, I decided I wanted to one day fly like those great men. I wanted to fly in a large group, do the greater raids which involved whole stations, Battle bounty hunters and defend home space.

Yours hopefully.
Armando Castillo.


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