The sound of low-quality transmission feedback coloured the sound-scape for a moment, before a voice - low but gentle - broke the somewhat calming feedback noise. "Greetings, Junker Congress officials and leaders." The speaker was male, and sounded slightly weathered, as if coming from a middle-aged being. He continued, "My name is Salem Jansen, a long-standing Independent Junker of coloured past. There is much to my story, but I will be brief as I can." The voice - Salem Jansen - paused for a moment, as he gathered his thoughts. "My thirty-year joruney through Sirius has brought me around nearly every political and economic face the houses and their branches have to offer. I started as an independent freelancer - from the house of Bretonia - looking for jobs. Back then, Sirius was rather peaceful as compared to now, so jobs were scarce. I survived on wits and - dare I say - sheer dumb luck. I had to learn the ways of combat and survival quickly, or face being rendered into subatomic particles."
He pauses again, to clear his throat, and continue. "Eventually, some spotted my inherent talent for not dying, and started sending advertisement for the various factions they sponsored. I followed these messages like a hound on the scent of game. Most of them lead to dead ends and swift disbandment from the factions they were sent from, but not without gaining knowledge from them. I learned politics, diverse combat tactics, and most importantly, faction trade values from most of these romps into the factionalized world."
The speaker pauses once more. The soft feedback takes command of the audio transmission for a few seconds, before the slight sound of movement interrupts, and Salem speaks once more. "After a short time, I figured out that the trade values I learned could be put to work for me as an independent trader. It worked out quite well for me, and I had made enough money to settle most comfortably in a Firefly before war came about, and blockades were set. I was stumped on just how I would manage to continue making money." He pauses once more, to think.
"That's when I heard about the Junkers. I looked about the faction, and quickly joined the ranks and an independent, knowing my skills would find good use among them. After some time, I became quite versed in Junker standards and procedures. It was.. ..Acceptable - but I wanted something more. More solid about my life, something I can really hold on to. So far, my life has been nothing but samples from places I did not relate to." He sighs, sounding a bit unhappy.
"I heard about the Congress, and saw a chance to get at that. I have read your prerequisites, and know I can follow all of them to the letter. My current space ships are as follows: Thonnen White, a Bull Dog interceptor, and the Yukon Wyvern, a Firefly class hauler. Both are ready to be used for your - and hopefully our - gain and prosperity."
A simple text message flits onto the transmission stream as the audio feed cuts out, reading:
Hopeful regards to the Junkers Congress;
Salem Jansen
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