.:j:. Junker Congress Admissions

[Xt188647]

---- Incoming Transmission ----
--- Encryption Level: HIGH ---
---- Signal Identification: Junker ----
--- Signal Source: New London System, Bretonia ---

~ For a few seconds, the message appears to be only a grainy cloud as shapes can be seen moving back and forth through the haze. Eventually however the signal sharpens, and a man's face appears. Wearing a leather cap and oil stained clothing, he begins to speak with a noticeable Dublin accent. ~

"Guess'n th' encoder fin'ly decided to do its job. Apologies 'bout that delay mates. Hold a moment, boostin' th' feed."

The man seems to reach behind the camera for a moment, before suddenly moving his hand. The sound of something slapping metal is heard, and the remaining static on the camera dissipates immediately. After readjusting the lens, he begins to speak once more.

"Right, so. Down to business w' are. Me name's Kerr, Basil Kerr. I'm th' captain of a salvage crew workin' out these ways in Bretonia. I spoke via me comms t' a member o' the congress a few days ago, after I'd 'eard words about you folks. Needless t' say, I was intrigued abou' th' possibility o'joinin. Me crew are a hard workin' lot, who deserve to have a family tha' doesn't look on 'em as a bunch o' degenerates."

Kerr takes a moment to lean back in his chair, the joints at the base squeaking slightly from the motion. The camera begins to pick up more of the surroundings of the vessel now, clearly showing that the room that the captain is in seems to be a comfortably sized one. He rests his hands on the armrests on either side of him and continues.

"So let me answer the 'mediate questions y'have right away. As I said, me clan and I are a salvage crew, our salvager was built by, mainly, our own 'ands o'er the course of about five months and from refurbished parts an' equipment from all o'er Sirius. I s'pose tha' would make us a younger crew by all accounts, but as I said, we're hard workers jus' tryin' t' make a livin'. Same as anyone. We dabble in mining ore from time t' time, but only when the cut's fair fer' our labor. We never pirate, ne'er turn our guns to anyone, 'less they soddin' deserve it."

He nods as if to emphasize the point.

"Now, it's up to you. Me clan and I need a home, need people we can turn to in 'ard times. Men, women, and children call this ship home, and we all consider ourselves junkers in turn. We'd be honored t'join the congress, if you'd 'ave us. I'll leave our comms open to yer signal. Hope tha' we can fly along side you all. Awaitin' your reply, this is Basil Kerr, signin' off."

With a single motion, Kerr leans forward and his hand disappears behind the camera's lens. After a brief second, a click is heard, and the feed cuts out, static remaining for a moment before disappearing.

--- Transmission Terminates ---
---- Encoding: In Progress ----

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Vitals:

In game name, ID/IFF: Dublin.Rose, Junker ID/IFF.
Vessel type: Salvager
USA; -8GMT
Seeking to join congress without a sponsor, will happily work with .:j:. members to establish a reputation.
Skype details available upon request.

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"A man's worth is no greater than his intentions." - Marcus Aurelius