Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre

[... kur nubėgo?]

Openin messege

Hmm.. you need name? Somhow I think I already lost mine. Well, if I still carry it, I have forgoten how it sounds. Seems the life is being a pain. Well it wasn't all the time so, but as long as I can remember now. Hard to think.

No littile 'bout myself. My origins I guess is none of your concern. But if you damand it so.. Kusari. Born in "gaijin" family. Hah... the last word sounds funny now, becouse I do not feel or know meaning of it. Only that is a group of people.


My way of torment turned in such way that I lost almost everyone around me. I don't know if it is my fault or not. Can't remember that too. Perhaps my brain just pushes unacceptable memories. Now all I have is this missery of my existence. But I can't kill myself like cutting my own throut. That is sign of weakness. And even if my mind and memories are clean like white blanket I won't accept to feel weak.

There is no porpuse of life for me except that one to somehow find a reason not to kill myself. Therefor I picekd up a simple task in which I do not fail and can sustain this missery of mine until I'll found someone worthy to free me from this world. It is end pethetic lifes of others. After all life is just a commodity ..


Now why you.. seems I won't need to search for individual contracts. In exchange I offer my talents of murdering. I do not seak neither glory neither money. I seak my own death, and I hope I'll found one here.


Silent.threat


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1- For how long have you been playing on Discovery?
I don't remember. Somwhat around 18 months

2- What made you come play on Discovery?
No other good servers after global server down.

3- What other characters do you have on the Discovery server?
Characters or ships.
Hessian, 2 ships
Corsair, 4 ships
Rheinlander militant, 1 ship
Hogosha, 1 ship
Some kind of psycho guy, 1 ship
Rogue, 1 ship
Mercinary (the one which is trying to get into mandalore) 1 ship


4- What OOC reason do you have for joining the MM ?
Contracts. No need to administrate bounties on your own.
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Omega Pirates Guild

History of OPG | Antonio "Vilkas" Devivar

[Dieter Schprokets]

"Silent Threat", eh?

Well, if you promise to take your anti-psychosis meds, we can use your skills.

If the meds hurt your flying/killing skills, well then, we will have to take you off them, and keep you away from sharp objects.

Ok? Ok.

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[... kur nubėgo?]

Opening messege

Heh, psychotic. Well, rest of humanity for me looks psychotic. I'm used to it. Alright, we have a deal then.


Silent.threat

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Omega Pirates Guild

History of OPG | Antonio "Vilkas" Devivar

[Garrick]

Incoming Transmission.
Unsecure Channel.
Decrypting Signal.

Well hello there Mandalorians. My name is Wolf, and I as interested in joining your mercenary outfit here. I was born on Cali Minor and brought up all around in Liberty Space as my father was a crewman on a transport ship. Traveling around with him in the stars was one of the greatest joys in my life. I learned alot of good information from his as far as jump holes and such.
Apon his death I joined up with the marines and did a long stint in service with them. I was good at killing the enemy but still dreamed of flying around the stars. The most enjoyable time I can recall out of my service was flying in transports to the battle areas.
One day while on furlogh I came across a Corsair pilot who had the unfortunate luck of pissing me off. He thought he could tell me what was what. After a small debate about our differences I commenced to squeeze the life from his worthless body, afterwards I took his ship and have been flying the stars ever since. Yeah other pilots see a corsair ship and give me a hard time, but those who know me, know that I'm no Corsair. I fight for whoever pays me the most, politics are not my concern, paying my bills is.
Since I've had the corsair heavy fighter I came across a liberty gunboat all stripped down floating in a debris field and towed it in for repairs. I equipped it in Bretonia with some weps and got it up and running too. So now I have both the heavy fighter and a gunboat at my disposal.
So my name is Wolf, I go by the call sign [MERC]-Wolf. I'm 33 years old from California System, Cali-Minor. I would like to join your mercenary outfit and prove my worth amongst your ranks in the stars. I've done the strict military routine before, and now I would rather do as I please or as the highest bidder pleases, rather than what I'm told to do whether I want to or how well it pays.
Please take me into consideration. Signing off.. Wolf..

Transmission End.

[guitarguy]

A man walks into the Mandolore's office, taking a look around. Although the plain architecture is rather bland, the man is wise enough to know that the resources for building materials are being used somewhere more useful. Where you allocate your resources is a good measure of your intelligence, and more importantly, your ability to survive.

He walks forward and gives a slight bow to the Consul.

"Sir, I wish to enter your ranks. My name's Jack Halbert. I'm a freelancer who has traveled the sector and seen what I have wanted to see for the last ten years. I've shot my way out of pirate bars, traded laser volleys with smugglers, gazed at beautiful space scenes, and survived harsh planets. I owe my skills to an old LSF handbook I found on a fighter wreck, experience, and far too much luck for one person. Like I said, I'm done exploring and it's time to find a line of work that's not an escort job for Universal. I've done a few freelance jobs for the navy and I understand why you need to have a well trained and conditioned force to survive out here. I've been in too many scrapes because of my attempts at hot shoting my way through a situation, and you won't be seeing any of that anymore. So, if you want me on your team I have a banged up Eagle in the hangar ready to go."

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| BAF Faction Information | BAF War Bonds | BAF Training Program | BAF Combat Training Manual |

[Dieter Schprokets]

The Mandalore, after an exhausting but satisfying day, takes some time to send correspondence to the recruit Jack Halbert and another gent known only as "Wolf".

Not a bad callsign, that. Simple, straightforward.

He awaits the response on private comms, sipping at some whisky that the SCRA failed to take.

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[X-Lancer]

<Incoming Transmission>
From: Leondais
To: Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Office.
Howdy, my name is Leondais, i somehow lost my last name since i've never used it, and i am not even sure if i got my first name spelled right, anyway. i self-taught myself with some engineering skill back in..hmm...where was that? anyway, i forgot, it was somewhere in Liberty. so i bought myself a second-or-third hand IMG crapboat real cheap, according to the dealer was second handed, but it took me awhile to get the ship that can fly. well, i kinda got myself into this since no company would hire me due to improper schooling, so i have to start hunting for employers and earn some $$$ for repaying my loans and feed myself with some nice food.
<Transmission Ended>

[Dieter Schprokets]

Mr Leondais

Please respond to the questions that I am sending you privately now.

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[Dieter Schprokets]

Mr Leondais

Well said, sir.

Suit up. Your starting bonus awaits.

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[Crysis]

[Sorry if story might seem very absurd or too much, its just a background I wrote for my character.]

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Name: Reiner Hetsau.
Callsign: Lycan.
Age: [Estimated] 17.
Home System/Planet: Unknown.
ID Picture:



History:
Reiner Hetsau, was a young child when he was dropped off at Planet Honshu [Honshu], He was about ten years of age and seemed to suffer from battle trauma and other mental problems as his family was killed in the Border Worlds, the exact location of where he came from was unknown, he was tractored in for a very badly damaged pod, so damaged that it was unclear to tell who it previously belonged to. It had an odd engineering about it, unidentifiable, no one knew where it came from.

All that Reiner had within the capsule was a days supply of water and food rations, I perfectly crafted obisidian like knife with, what seemed to be, a nomad aura abouts it. The nomad or 'spirits' objects, could be both of great healing and use to humans , or extremely deadly, it was simply to the choosing of what they wanted to use their substances and auras for at the time.

This blade however seemed to contain both, a rather odd feat of engineering. Reiner also carried a pirate like pistol, suggesting his family might have had a pistolier amongst them, though the engineering of the weapon showed it did not fire lasers or anything futuristic of the sort, but it was simply an ion powered pistol firing titanium bullets, who also had a strange sense about them. All of this seemed rather odd along with a biosuit locked up in a capsule box about the size of a small suitcase.

You could clearly see the biosuit through a transparent cover on the side, but opening the box was a different
question altogether. Reiner was first taken to a orphanage in the center of Honshu's main city, his mischief however and his 'not fitting in' with other children caused the orphanage alot of problems and money and had him transfered to the suburbs to a juvenile institute for the physcologically disturbed or 'ill' children. Knowing what madhouse they had sent him to at the age of fourteen, Reiner met his first and best friend, Hennig, Hennig did not have a surname, that he could remember, and was not really phsycopathic or mentally disturbed or 'ill', but his anger managed issues would make you think otherwise.

The two met in a field escaping the orphanage one day, Reiner jumping over the fence and Hennig using the sewage pipe, suprisingly both met outside the gates of the 'institute' and without saying a word ended up running alongside each other from the Kusari Police guards which surrounded the area on a patrol daily. The two adolescents ran along a great stretch of foliage and muddy forest until they reached the coastline, large islands could be seen on the horizon due to the Planet mainly being made up of a great Archipelago. The Police finally surrounded the youngsters on the beach, six men with laser tact handcuffs and a hovering speeder to transport them back to the 'hell-hole' they escaped from. The men approached Hennig first, the teenager of about five foot nine inches, blonde hair and a particularily muscular build stood his ground as some warrior might. Two men approached him, their battons at hand, the first stepped with great confidence at the young boy and grabbed him by the wrist.

'Lets go you little disturbed freakshow'...
'Let go of me! Freakshow?! You son of a...' Hennig screamed frantically cursing and attempting to move.

As the man applied pressure to Hennigs wrist the teen swung about punching the guard across the nose, causing blood to spring from his right nostril and the grip to loosen, Hennig through his body towards the man knocking him off balance to the ground and as a battle crazed maniac began to swing at the mans face with intense force for a boy of his age. The other guard stood in shock as he ran at Hennig with the batton striking him in the ribcage and knocking him off, he stood over hennig holding his arms down as the agonised moaning teen began to kick. The other man finally gets up as the other two lunge for Reiner, with the carefully crafted dagger in the back of his trousers, he sheathed it stopping the men in their tracks half way through their 'charge'. Reiner stepped forward and as the two men backed attempting to devise a strategy to ambush the youngster, Reiner ran at the guards assaulting Hennig kicking the man ontop in the face, as the other grabbed him by the back. Hennig raised to his feet again in pain holding his ribcage and picked up a rock from the sand below, many of the men covered in blood and sand now creating an odd scene on the beach. Hennig raised the rock and knocked the guard off Reiner as the previous two attempted to assault with battons again, Reiner dodged the first overhead attack heading towards his shoulder and sliced the mans underarm, it seemed to cut through the tendons and maybe even scrape the bone as the mans arm dangled helplessly from its joint. The man dropped to the ground as Reiner and Hennig made their way towards the other guard which brought out dual laser pistols from his sideguards and aimed it at the youngsters. They stopped in their tracks as the other men made their recoveries and grabbed the youngsters, cuffing them and arresting them violently tossing them into the speeder craft. Reiners knife was suprisingly dropped in the sand and retrieved by one of the guards, it was taken along with his stuff to their new alocation.

'You little basterds think you can run away, assault my men and get away with it?! You sure as hell aint going back to that institute, you need a little discipline in the hardest form! Gather your belongings and come with me!'...

Although the man seemed to have a great amount of hatred towards the adolescents, he also perceived great potential within the teens and admired their bravery and skills. He was taking them to the Kusari Naval Forces military training camp, a torture of a course for some, not only where they taken to the camp, but were imported to the Emperors guard sector, as a form of 'torture' and intense disciplining. Here after months of training, Reiner was given his fathers knife back for good work and 'improving' behaviour to help him with his work.

The two mischievous, pick pocketing, athletic, potential youngsters were put through hard training for a series of two years and proved to get stronger and better a everything they did, excelling amongst most of the trainees. However, disciplining was the hardest of things to do, the two loudmouths had improved though and where set aside from the rest. Their bad disciplining was told to the other militants that they were silencing the youngsters once and for all, but they were really taken to a shadowed sector of the Emperors guard now being trained to be silent, cold blooded killers leaving no trace of assassination or death. Masters of subtlety and shadows, they proved quite the murderers.

Reiner had now crafted a second blade identical to his first to dual wield them and make up for his callsign. He now travelled with his fathers biosuit, now modified through cybergenetic engineering and more advanced methods, his knife which would never be outdated as the artifact it was and the old pistol which remained the same incredible weapon of destruction he first wielded it as. It seemed to have a soul bond with the wielder, and would respond to his emotions and thoughts. Reiners natural movement and feral like instincts whilst at work causing him to be the most violent, quickest and deadliest of the squadron aswell as working together like a pack as a wolf might earned him the title and callsign of: Lycan.

The youngsters now nearly men aged 17 where one of Kusaris deadliest assassins alongside a team of eight other fugitives and exiles, also around the same age as Reiner and Hennig, they also seemed children 'abducted' into the militant system they were now amongst, none of them could know each others real identity. It was a team of adolescen troublecases and fugitives turned into the ultimate squad of terror, fear and cold blooded killers. They're squadron deals with quick infiltration, clean assassination and moving out. Dangerous missions where many of his squadron of fugitives were killed, one day though, the Emperor and Head Commander thought Reiners great skills and leading could be a problem towards their plans and Nation as a whole and attempt to silence him for good. His squadron suprisingly built of of traiterous mischeivous fugitives and exiles defend Reiner and the crew escape the clutches of the Kusari authorities and house with relative ease due to their intense training and mastering of the shadows, however they are split up whjen they are all taken into seperate fighters, two men in each, so piloting would be easier for people who hadn't much practice before.

Later along the years, Reiner did not manage to get close to his squadron ever again and he lost all contact with Hennig also, he wishes he could one day be re-united, he was the only fighter with one man piloting that day of the escape. Now a quite skilled pilot Reiner ventures around currently situated all the way down in Pennysilvania. His skills and views of revenge are now based against Kusari, but he will not allow his anger take control, after all he kind of brought the 'silencing' amongst himself gaining the power he did.

He is willing to earn money and fight along side honourable men which work as he did. You could call it dirty work for a higher power, but Reiner heard word of the Mandalorian Mercenaries. An honourable, elite squad of a mercenaries, killing, earning money, and earning a good reputation. Reiner is known to be an honourable, respectable, person, but his mischief, deceitful ways and treachorous incidents tought by the Kusari's shadowed section, always remain within him, it could prove an advantage in the ways of a merc. Though he is willing to bury it within him as he swears an honourable oath towards a faction. His way of work as taught and lived by is, quick and efficient... Kill, get the job done and leave without a trace. Every Life has a Price...

Direct Message:
I am willing to swear an oath to the faction and work as efficiently and best as I can, if theres heads out there to be put on a plate for the better, you can count on me Mandalorians. After all, every life has a price... My age should not be perceived as a weakness, for the foundations and structure of my knowledge has been built upon violence and killing. I am willing to work with a new squadron and 'pack' as I did in my older days, hopefully more successful in this elite unit. I would be honoured to be amongst your ranks.

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The Shadow of Sirius - (Reiner Hetsau Background Story)