BHG| recruitment

[themikeruler]

A holographic letter is received from a sender by the name of Darrel Kromwell. The letter appears to be from a prison, as a unique stamp is embedded onto the hologram.

*Hologram opens, starts*

I'll try to make it short and sweet. As a Bretonia boy, I was raised well in a somewhat wealthy family, my father being in the Police, and my mother working as a trader. After I graduated from college with a master's degree in the medical field, I started off as a traveling doctor, meeting people of all kinds, treating passengers with flesh wounds.

Eventually I came across the Mollys. However, instead of attacking me, they came to me for help; 2 of their pilots were bleeding to death from a dogfight that had happened earlier.

I didn't want to help them, but I had to; no matter what they did, who they were... I had to help them.

I recalled reciting an excerpt the Doctor's Oath: "I will not evade my responsibilities to heal."

I took the men upon my ship, and treated them. They both recovered and got back to their men.

To celebrate, they invited me to come to their bar and toast. I felt obligated, so I accepted.

That may have been the worst decision I've made in my life.

Upon dock and entry to the bar, every man cheered for me. They asked me for my name, and I gave it.

And so they toasted, to the prosperity of Darrel Kromwell. After hours of them celebrating, I had to get back into space.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded; the Armed Forces were approaching the base and threatened to attack. The Mollys boarded their ships and undocked to fight. I was left stumbling, panicking. If I was caught, I could lose my degree for aiding and abetting these criminals.

During the battle, I tried to sneak out of the base. Not even seconds after I undocked, the Armed Forces began firing upon me. I tried fleeing, but their weapons were too much. The last thing I remember that night was hearing a thunderous crack. I blacked out.

So. Here I am, in prison, classified as a convict. I received a letter from your team, on the topic of amnesty release. I guess this is my chance to get out of this hell-hole, and join the Guild. Hopefully, my degree wasn't for nothing, and I'd be able to assist the team with field medic capabilities and such.

Signed,

Darrel Kromwell


*Hologram ends, closes*
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-Ship Details: Bottlenose, possibly Manta.


SKYP3 ID: TheMikeRuler

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I'm baaaaaaaaaack.