Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH])

[Dratai]

A man, younger than he looked, stepped forward up to one of the recruiting booths quietly. His hair swept back in a wild swirl. Eyes never really settling in one spot, but not in a fit of nervosity. It was like an old man expecting all of the evil to come jumping out at him- force of habit.

He pulled out a small disk and offered it to the machine. A hastily completed compilation things he figured they wanted to know about him.
He hadn't ever done anything that was all for himself.
Now was the time.


Full Name : Leon "Blanco" Lobo

Age : 29

Skills : Marksman and hand-to-hand specialist, more used to ship boarding and planet-side operations than piloting, but these days, everyone's a pilot, somehow. Well versed in 'indirect' combat and overhearing things he probably shouldn't.

Reason for choosing the brotherhood : Diplomacy, force, it doesn't matter if you're unable to do either. I have been twiddling my thumbs for too long, I wish to rectify this, and to aid corsairs who deserve it. And I think even the honourable brotherhood could use any aid they can get- they deserve it.

Biography : Leon "the white" Lobo, meaning wolf, got his nickname for two reasons, he wasn't as much a pilot as others. But his skills were there to make sure others lived in the first place- while securing the most valuable objectives for whatever raiding party enlisted him and his crew. The first reason was plain, he was an albino, though he originally had a dark haircolour, by he was a teen, he was whiter-haired than milk and sugar on a sheet of paper. The second reason was the adaptation of his nickname to fit his surname, for the ferocity he displayed in the line of duty.
He could make boarding a troop transport seem like a dance, more graceful than a ballerina floating through the air on a stage.
To him, hunting was an art.
Being a bodyguard was a passtime.
Making sure his men and his superiors got their hands on important transports and prison liners was his reason to live, it was how he saved lives of other corsairs. He served under a previously more famous captain, whose name is now a disgrace, a person he would rather forget about. A captain who got his crew killed and subsequently ran off with a bretonian woman.
These days, boarding actions are uncommonplace, especially for the ignoramus of the corsair's upper echelons. And Leon spends his time opening doors for scared traders and spoiled brats.
In his youngest of days, Leon was trained in hand to hand combat and marksmanship, archery, espionage. An agent his adoptive father, a mercenary, could use in foreign space. Who died of old age and crossfire before the boy could even complete his rite of manhood.

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One of these days, there will be a clever, stylish and/or funny signature here.
This is still not that day, however.

[Madvillain]

Ah looks like we have two new applications...



Señor Alvarez Santiago,

The Brotherhood could use a veteran like yourself.
We have heard good rumors about your skills.
As a matter of formality you still need to pass the exam though.
I am sure it will be no problem.
Saludos.


Señor Leon Lobo

Your skills can be of great use to the Brotherhood.
Now time to test your judgement.
Lets see if you pass the exam si?

munchas gracias !


Signed
-Pedro del Torro del Hovito di Gamma Lopez
The Brotherhood recruitment office

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[Madvillain]

Señor Leon Lobo

You have succeeded in your training.
The Brotherhood is lucky to have a brave true Corsair hombre like yourself flying in its name.
Congratulations


Señor Alvarez Santiago,

I have been informed you have passed your training with exceptional succes.
Congratulations on becoming a pilot of the corsair Brotherhood.


Both of you are requested to travel to Mindelo and sign in with the active flight officer on duty.
He will provide you with any equipment your fighter might need.

Signed
-Pedro del Torro del Hovito di Gamma Lopez
The Brotherhood recruitment office

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[Dratai]

Gracias, Señor.
For the glory of the corsair people.
In hate and love, yada yada.

Until next we meet.
-Léon Lobo

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One of these days, there will be a clever, stylish and/or funny signature here.
This is still not that day, however.

[Veygaar]

Excellent, I'll head there now.

~Alvarez Santiago

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Veygaar for Admin Moderator 2013!!!

[Vulkhard Muller]

Full Name:Jason.Harrison

Age:22

Your skills:was top Graduate in Liberty Navy's "Westpoint Academy" moved to Bretonia were he was the best Fighter pilot the Bretonian police had ever seenuntill one day when he showed weakness...a Civilian carrying a load of Artifacts the ship was in shambles the shield destroyed and no weapons left and barely flying he was completem Broke i helped him to new london were my commander sentence me to be exiled my ship was destroyed i was givin a CSV and told to have fun on my own out side of bretonia.

Reason why you chose us: i felt the Corsairs would be more excepting of a Rouge then the outcasts who prefer Guns before words

Your biography (at least 10 lines)
Jason.Harrison; Born on Newark station; he was a quick learner and loyal to his causes but always knew when to Obey and when not to but he always had a short temper and a smart head.after 15 years he enrolled in Westpoint Academy,graduated Top Marks in all forms of space fighting.once in bretonia he began to hear the story of the "Hispania" and when to Cambridge to read and learn about this ship.from what he learned it was a sad story of 1 group divided between Loyalty and Self Preservation, He admired the courage of the corsairs and outcast alike, but the corsairs more so because they left what they knew to save them selves in small ships they ditched in an unknown system in a god forsake part of space landed on a barely habitable planet and then Survived not just Survived they Thrived.

Edit:I have *ehem* ..."Liberated" a Scimitar from so ever to willing to donate outcast pilot its call sign seems locked as "Trimethius" it has Civilian weapons on it, very nice even a AU...ill hold on to this thing for a bit

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[Werss™]

(... after a while, Brotherhood Tribune decided to peek into the recruiting office...)
" Pedro... where are you?! "
(Pedro came at a rapid pace)
" Oh... here, i'm here my brave one as usual, sorting some papers and..."
" Enough! What the hell is this!? " (...angry voice... Werss said... they both looked into the new application, reading the first lines...)

" I didn't know what to do with this application, My Tribu... " (Poor Pedro said)
" Don't you dare to utter one word more or I'll rip out your (censured) tongue, get away out of my eyes! "
" Yes my... *bow* sorry... " (Pedro thought of why he always have to suffer Tribune insults and... life is such, and someone has to... ah nvm)

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Comm ID: Werss
Location: Mindelo Base
To: Jason Harrison


Dios mio... did you mistake' a location so that you send something like this I wonder?!!
" ...top Graduate in Liberty Navy's "Westpoint Academy" "
Where... wait, what?! I heard something about Liberty, some rumors and that's all. What we Corsairs especially The Brotherhood have with Liberty? I'll tell you, we have nothing with Liberty! You're moved to Bretonia and you became a best police fighter there you said!? What!!! I wonder how many times you're just fighting against us there! You helped civilian who probably stole our Artifacts and you wanna to be a part of proud and honor Corsair nation after all! *ha ha ha* No way!

You decided to chose between us, Rogues and Outcast. Gringo, do you know where are you sent this... (censured)

You're born in Liberty, you gratuated Navy Academy there, you are Liberty pilot, do you know what are you talking about?! I bet you don't!
To summary this absurdity...
You're not born as Corsair, you're not grown up as an Corsair, you have not lived as a Corsair, you know nothing about Corsairs, you don't know anything about Corsair culture,law... You're not Corsair

We will always help to our 'mano, we need a brave and honorable Corsair pilots and hermanos who appreciate and respect Corsair nation, we need a truly honor Corsair pilot!
We don't need someone from Liberty who think that Brotherhood are a colony of non-sair exiled gringos.
I don't know what your nation will do about you, actually i don't care, so stay there or somewhere out of Corsairs, don't enter in Corsair space because Corsairs will hunt you to the death.

Your request has been denied. Adios.

~Werss


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[Crees22]

***Incoming Transmission***

Comm ID: Ramirez
Location: Planet Crete

Full Name : Ramirez Flores

Age : 35

Your skills :

Highly skilled assassin: I have been used for the removal of specific enemies, utilizing a mixture of stealth, firearms, hand-to-hand combat.

Covert agent: I have been deployed spying on potential or actual enemies primarily for military purposes.

Excellent fighter pilot: High flight hours and maintenance experience qualified me to an excellent pilot. I have spend most of my life flying the Titan - M10.

Loyalty : Many would say this is not a skill you posses, but I think loyalty is on of the greatest skills you can have.

Reason why you chose us:

I am willing to join your for numerous of reasons that involve myself, and the whole corsair civilization.
But most of all I want to join your cause to fight against the outcasts, these savages have claimed many lives.
Including some people really close to me, and they need to be destroyed at all cost!

My biography :

Ramirez Flores was born on Omicron Gamma. At the age of six, my parents gave me to a mercenary group because the could not take care of me. I was trained as an assassin, I made my first kill at twelve.
The mercenary group released me to let me have a family, but with no other skills, I freelanced my services. Eventually my wife Alicia Flores gave birth to my son, Ramiro, and I worked very hard to keep my work and family life separate. However, some time after Ramiro was ten years old, Alicia was murdered in revenge for drug leader I had killed. I traveled back to Omicron Gamma for Alicia's funeral and left Ramiro in the care of his aunts and uncles while I hunted down my wife's killers. I finished the job, killing everyone involved in my wife's murder. I have always striven to kill my targets as quickly and cleanly as possible, I took extra time with them. These murders are the only ones where I made the decision that they should be killed, and the only time emotions have affected my actions. I still have that urge to kill every single one of those drugs dealers. Those "outcasts". They must all die, no matter the cost!

- Ramirez Flores

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[Vulkhard Muller]

***Incoming Transmission***

Comm ID: Hades
Location: Planet Crete

Full Name :Hades Phobos Jr.

Age : 25

Your skills :
Foresight: Abilities to predict my Enemies movement fairly accurately this is keyly due to my time as a loner on Crete
But being on a farm i was poor,I promised my parents i would leave and become a hero of Crete that my fathers name would not just be known as a farmer but as the fater of one of the greatest warriors Crete had ever seen

My biography :
Born to a Poor Corsair Farmer and his wife he was raised that way a Farmer, he grew up slow and strong like the rest of his brethren of Crete he was a Corsair, he name was ,Hades Phobos Jr., or as he was known better as just Hades. From birth he had an odd touch for Gardening connecting him more to his Mythological namesake'€™s Love for the Spring and its flowers and bloom How ever again like his name sake he had the temper and strength to guard such treasures Fiercely. He always wanted to join the Corsair Navy but he just did not have the cash to fund a ship and knowing his luck the Cretan nation would never fund a ship for a lowly farmer with seemingly no flight knowledge what so ever. So Determined to find a way to fight for his country and make his parents proud he went to the Capital city of Crete and started to look. After 6 months of searching the slums of Crete and looking for work he saw the main HQ for the Military Group known as '€œThe Brother Hood'€ he had his Dignity left, he left home behind promicing his parents he would come home a True Warrior of Crete, and that was Certainly what he would do.


- Hades Phobos Jr.

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[Madvillain]

Ah looks like Tribune Werss forwarded me some applications!



Señor Ramirez Flores,

You have a interesting CV.
You speak of loyalty though you have been enlisted with a mercenary group for a big chunk of your lifetime.
Make your way to battleship Prox where we can do a background check to confirm your good intentions , and to verify that you did not spill Corsair blood.
Once you are there, contact me on this comm channel and I will prepare the theoretical exam.
Gracias for your efforts.



Señor Hades Phobos

Same goes for you,
Make your way to battleship Prox , notify me when you are there and I will prepare the exam and background check.



Both of you are allowed to work together in order to complete the test succesfully,
so I suggest once you arrive at the Prox you seek each other out and prepare, there is a Library there where you can study.
Working together is considered a strong skill among members of the Brotherhood.
Bueno Suerte amigos.

Signed
-Pedro del Torro del Hovito di Gamma Lopez
The Brotherhood recruitment office

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