Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre

[Dieter Schprokets]

The Mandalore quickly composed the standard electronic correspondence.

"Tory Lane, please respond to the questionaire, in private communications."

He hit "Send", then sat back and took a sip of scotch.

Why the hell are all my pilots orphans?, he wondered.

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[Dieter Schprokets]

Tory Lane, welcome to the Mandalorians.

Suit up. Money to be made.

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[Nikkel005]

Lucius places himself in front of his computer and logs in.

Time to get to it..

~Incoming Message~

Greetings Sir,

I hear you are recruiting once again, and I would like to join your ranks.
A little back-story on myself: I, Lucius Quirinus, was born to a wealthy merchant on Planet Manhattan. I enjoyed my childhood with every possible toy imaginable... I guess you could say I was spoiled. Growing up I spent my time lazing about and taking life for granted. Then, In my teens, my father decided to take me out on a trade run to the Texas system. I was against it from the start seeing as I had never been off world, however my father was... persuasive. That day our convoy was hit over by rouges and, to save his own skin, my father sold me into slavery. I have no recollection (I have tried to suppress my memories of this time) of being a slave until I found myself in the Cardimine fields in some system called Omicron Alpha. Being an ignorant punk, at the time I had no option but to work. The hard work in the cardimine fields, and i might say the cardimine itself, gave me a new outlook on life and hardened my resolve. I soon, however, befriended the don of my plantation which led to me being recruited by the XTF. I was excited for my new life that awaited me, and after much training under Achillies I became an adept fighter. However because of my oppressed memories of my time as a slave, and because I could not get over the fact that I was bought I bought my freedom and left Alpha to the nearby Freeport. From there I signed up as a Merc and started working for myself which is how i heard about your organization.

I now await a response while I am in Coronado aboard the Barrier Gate station. I have a ship, Sabre, and weapons, even if they relics and need to be replaced. I also have my Merc papers already but my status as a Freelancer needs some work.

Quirinus out-

~Message Ends~

[Dieter Schprokets]

Mr Lucius Quirinus

Suit up.

Money to be made.

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[Guest]

[font=Fixedsys]**Incoming Transmission**
[color=#000000]Encryption: None
CommID: Colton Davis
Source: Barrier Gate Station
Subject: It's quite obvious.

Hello and good day.

My name is Colton Davis. You will perhaps have heard of me, being the Ex-executive chairman of Aves Industries. Then again you may not of. That little business endeavor did die a rather ignoble death.

I'd guess you want me to say a little about myself.

I started of my life as a Bretonian citizen, my father was a rich man. Rich enough to insure I had a decent life. But at the age of 18 I had quite enough of being a rich boy. I sprouted out on my own. I wandered the galaxy for a year. Flittering from planet to planet, star system to star system.

Eventually I ran with a mercenary group, no name or anything like that. Just a group. A group of mercs that worked together for a larger profit overall. We flew protection for researchers and the like out of Freeport 9. I revelled in it, the credits, the women and the destruction.

Things went bad. Something I would in all honestly prefer to keep to myself.

To cut it short. I've got experience in fighters and bombers. Heck if you need a transport pilot at some point, I'll be one of your best bets to get the cargo to safety. I've got experience in ground fighting. I can hold my own in a firefight. I can shoot straight and true.

I'm reliable. That's what you need out there. Someone to watch your back.

[font=Fixedsys][color=#FFFFFF]**Transmission Ends**

[Dieter Schprokets]

"Mr Davis. You will shortly be sent a questionaire, part of our background check."

"And let me get this straight; your parents are ALIVE?? That is quite rare."

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[Skullz]

My name is Mr D Williams,

I was brought up on the Planet Leeds, by a fairly wealthy family, whom were traders. However when i reached the age of 12 I became addicted to flying out in space, and found myself in various sorts of trouble. One my 15th Birthday I ended up robbing my first ship, and flew in to space living as I went by escorting merchants with BMM. When I was 20 I then purchased my first set of Mercenary papers and began escorting high risk targets with great success. I also tried for a few Bounties with little or no success behind me.

I am currently 23 now and am a good pilot, of limited skill. But I am willing to learn.

My current ship is the KingFisher, in which I am currently looking to change its ID to add the ships name to of Furiosus. It is equiped very well, so I may not need a start up cost as I wish to stay with in this vessel.

I will be looking forward to hear from you soon.

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[Aes_Sidhe]

Opening Communication Channel:

ID: Sluagh_Sidhe
Name: Vincent Sidhe
Location Orbit Above Shasta Skyhook
Encryption: Open Channel


Greetings Gentlemen

My name is Vincente Sidhe I'm one of Sidhe Brothers.... Being freelancing for some time try to Aid my brothers wherever I can.

Two of them Raphael and Simon are new but respected members of Religious Society TAZ.

Because of increasing numbers of trespassers near they Holy Temple i offer help....

But they explain that because of they diplomatic policy only members of Church and You Lads (as legal contractor) are allow to fix this kind of Problem.

Because I'm not in to that whole church gibberish (and they call me insane)... I m interested to help them other ways...

I currently flying a fully loaded Border World type Bomber. I'm Interested in membership in Mandalorian Mercenaries with special realization of every Temporary Autonomous Zoners contracts

Sinercely

Vincent Sidhe

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Sigi made by Andrew

[Dieter Schprokets]

The Mandalore could not believe what he was reading.

"Two applicants in a row with LIVING PARENTS! My GOD!!"

He beamed off application forms, then went back to the beach, rum in hand.

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[casero]

Send the new ones to my sector, and call their parents, they probably want to say some last words to them.