Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH])

[Reyneven]

Name: Pablo Cuervo aka Reyneven.

Age: 28 (21 in real)

Your skills: Medium fighter skill, quite good at bigger ships like gunboat or frieghter. In battle concentrate on objective, even with price of life. Loyal to cause of Corsairs.

Reason why you chose us :

Reason is simple, to kill all outcasts there in space and to serve Brotherhood.

Your biography:

Pablo was born in Rheinland space, tweanty eight years ago, on small passanger ship, heading to Bretonia space. His father was average trader, whos only goal was to secure wealthy and prospering life of his family, his wife, two sons and one daugther.
When Pablo was born, father and his older brother where in Bretonia, he should wait in Cambrige, but when rest of family finaly got there, they sufferd great loos. Father of Pablo, and his older brother where attacked by Outcasts. His Life Shutle was captured and they was transported somewhere into space, probably as an slaves.
From that time Pablo hes never ever heard of his brother and Family wich acctuacly he never know. When he was 16 he sign in in to Bretonia Police, to fight with Outcasts, but... He was never satisfied with capture them and bring them in Police station, thats why he left Police and start to freelance. he spend quite long time in space as the years passed by, his anger for outcasts got even stronger, His older sister where killed as she tryed to manage their father trader duty, also by outcasts and what did goverment of Bretonia ? Absolutly nothing ! When he hitted age of 25 he started to collect data in universe about Outcasts, and their enemies Corsairs, after another two years his only obssesion was to join Corsairs, and rip all outcasts.


(// I want to apologize for my english, its not good and i know that. Ill try to get used to it.)//

[Zelot]

Name: Pablo Cuervo aka Reyneven.

Age: 28 (21 in real)

Your skills: Medium fighter skill, quite good at bigger ships like gunboat or frieghter. In battle concentrate on objective, even with price of life. Loyal to cause of Corsairs.

Reason why you chose us :

Reason is simple, to kill all outcasts there in space and to serve Brotherhood.

Your biography:

Pablo was born in Rheinland space, tweanty eight years ago, on small passanger ship, heading to Bretonia space. His father was average trader, whos only goal was to secure wealthy and prospering life of his family, his wife, two sons and one daugther.
When Pablo was born, father and his older brother where in Bretonia, he should wait in Cambrige, but when rest of family finaly got there, they sufferd great loos. Father of Pablo, and his older brother where attacked by Outcasts. His Life Shutle was captured and they was transported somewhere into space, probably as an slaves.
From that time Pablo hes never ever heard of his brother and Family wich acctuacly he never know. When he was 16 he sign in in to Bretonia Police, to fight with Outcasts, but... He was never satisfied with capture them and bring them in Police station, thats why he left Police and start to freelance. he spend quite long time in space as the years passed by, his anger for outcasts got even stronger, His older sister where killed as she tryed to manage their father trader duty, also by outcasts and what did goverment of Bretonia ? Absolutly nothing ! When he hitted age of 25 he started to collect data in universe about Outcasts, and their enemies Corsairs, after another two years his only obssesion was to join Corsairs, and rip all outcasts.


(// I want to apologize for my english, its not good and i know that. Ill try to get used to it.)//

Elder Sephardi walked into the recruitment office, and looked over the files in the box.

"Hmm, this one looks intresting" He said to the clerk. "Send him off the questions, we shall see how he does."

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[el.ninho]

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Name:Orgullo Gloria ElNinho
Age:32
Skills:Few years of flying on Corsairs ships..From Titan to Legate..
Reason:Killing Corsairs enemies, and their supporters, Fighting, pirating.Also, want to be equal with others, and if i need die for brother...

ElNInho

Like very young boy, ElNinho was unpredictable, he fight on street with other kids, steal, and run away from home..One day, when he was old enough to become fighter, he go to dealer and by his fist ship..That was Titan Fighter...His first days as a fighter was very hard..Since he was unpredictable young and full of dignity and pride, he jump from conflict to conflict with older and expirienced fighters...He just want to prove others that he is capable of being fighter...And from day to day, he learn ..Fights, raids, pirating, he was everywhere..Killing with and without permition of Elders...Jumping to Omicron Alpha alone...He kill most famous Outcasts, and keep his heads, in his trophy room...Enemies know him very well, he is a hard meal for them.And he is still unpredictable young boy in soul...He is El.Ninho....
But..years are past, and he know that he cant be lone warior forever..The young Giulliano son of his sister is already fighter, and he shows good skills..He will leave him In Omicron Gamma to prove that he is worth to be one of best.. And El Ninho, will find his place in Omicron 91 with rest of his hermanos.....

[themasterelite]

Senor Orgullo ElNonho, your request has been heard by the Brotherhood, and we have decided to accept you as one of our own.

From here on, senor, you are no longer merely a Corsair. You are one of our own. You are entitled to the protection and glory that comes with being one of the Brotherhood. You are entitled also to aid in providing similar protection to your fellows, for the greater profit and expansion of our great nation.

With the chance to fly alongside us, senor, also comes the responsibilities only a hermano would have...

You will be required to uphold a greater standard of honor and responsibility. As a hermano, you are equally responsible for both your excellent performance and your failures. You will be more accountable for your actions here, senor, and this is nothing to take lightly. Only through responsibility can we be a truly superior nation to that of our foes. Only through discernment can we be cunning. Only through observation can we be overpowering. Only through brotherhood can we be strong.

With that, we welcome you senor...

Welcome to the Brotherhood.

Carson Hawking

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[el.ninho]

Im very happy, because my Brothers in Omicron 91 wish me warm wellcome...I expected that, and I apreciate that very much...Like i used to say, i will do my best...For Brotherhood, Honour Dignity and Pride...Saludo






El.Ninho

[DarthBindo]

Ezio Ricardo Angela Della Francesca

Son of Ricardo Amatore Adelina Della Francesca and Angela Federico Bianca Della Francesca De Colombo

25 years of age (Born 793 A.S)

I am highly experienced in both organizing and implementing squad based combat maneuveures and effective combat formations.
I am proficient in all classes of fighters, however, I have little to no experience with bombers or capitals.
I am a very good navigator and have memorised large parts of Sirius and am extremely skilled at evading patrols and blockade running.
In addition, I have been trained as an infiltration agent and am skilled at assessing enemy forces, gaining their trust and learning/stealing their plans, codes and rosters.

I chose to apply to the Brotherhood because of the unity and order it represents. Even though you are a pirate organization the code of honor and respect promugates brotherliness and the belief in a powerful Corsair nation, two things that are desperately needed in light of the ongoing war with our lost brothers and the conflict with the Hessians, not to mention the everpresent opposition of the powerful Inner Houses. With the uncertainty and the chaos, the Corsair Nation is in a position to take greater power, and I believe it is through the Brotherhood that such a goal would be accomplished. Thus, I lay before you my application, that I might do all I can to further the dream of a Hispania Empire, stretching from the empty void of the backwater Omicron Systems to the nebulae of Burgundy and beyond.

I was born on Crete in 793 A.S to Ricardo Amatore Adelina Della Francesca and Angela Federico Bianca Della Francesca De Colombo, two trueblood descendants of the Italian population.
With an uneventful childhood, I was raised in the traditional methods of the Crete Italians, coming to believe in the glory of our nation and the Hispania descendants as a whole, and dedicating my all to its service. My father was a military leader, captain of a cruiser during the brief flare of action in the Hessian war during the years of 784-785 A.S, and later a minor general in the 107th. From him and the friends he had created during that time I learned much of strategy and war. Shortly after my coming of age at 17 I enlisted in the 107th as a pilot and soon was promoted to squad leader. In 812 A.S I was assigned to Intelligence Services where I became an agent, infiltrating potential targets in order to assess targets and enable ambushes of Hessian and Outcast convoys. When the 107th disbanded in 815 A.S I chose to amass a fortune by using my contacts and skills to smuggle artifacts to Trafalgar and ship scrap back to Tripoli. Having built up a tidy sum, I purchased my own fighter a year ago and have been sniping at the Bounty Hunters Guild since.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|

[themasterelite]

To senor Ezio Francesca,

We find your submission to be impressive and welcome you with open arms to the Brotherhood. We have forwarded the necessary private information to you via your neural net and look forward to your response.

With the privilege of becoming one of the Brotherhood also comes increased responsibility to the Brotherhood and your nation, as well as the honor of flying alongside us as a hermano. Through union we have strength. Through strength the ability to serve our nation in ways that were previously inaccessible.

With every addition to our union, the whole becomes stronger...

With that, we welcome you senor.

Welcome to the Brotherhood.

Carson Hawking

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[themasterelite]

To Senor Garcia,

We welcome you to the Brotherhood. Your application has been accepted and the particular private communications sent to your personal link on the Neural net.

With respect and honor as due,
Elder Hawking

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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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