Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre

[Spartan5150]

Darasuum Verde slowly comes to in a hospital on Leeds, having spent the past few months in a coma. Blinking away sleep and gunk he reach's out for the comm knowing he needs to contact the Mandalore immediately informing him of his awakening.

Su'cuy Mand'alor, I have just...awoken in a strange hospital on Leeds. I know not of the circumstances of my incarceration here but I will be working towards my release from all of these machines that monitor every breath and heartbeat.

I'd like to return to flying with my Vode and will be flying with all of your in no time at all.


Ret',
Darasuum Verde.

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Darasuum.Verd[M] - Mandalorian - ViperMKII
Matt.Elridge - Junker - CSV
ALS)Onyx - Azure Lines Shipping - Kusari Luxury Liner

[Primitive]

Suvar Karr

Good day Mandalorians, my name is Suvar Karr, I was born on planet Los Angeles. Where I lived for first 20 years. I had a peaceful childhood, but I never felt satisfaction living there, as the matter of fact...I never felt anything in my life. Some say I was born this way, but it wasn't something I choose for me. When I came onto my first ship I started working as a freelancer, living from pitiful money I earned. I came into a lot of situation where I needed to defend myself, as I did...it never end up good for other side. People are usually afraid of me, I walk amongst the shadows, hiding. I don't like crowds.

I heard about you warrior people couple of months ago, while I was in the bar on Rochester base. I considered it would be a great opportunity to sharpen my skills, to be part of elite, to resume my life in shadows.

Some are born to be...and some are born to stop them be.

Sincerely...Suvar Karr

[casero]

Suvar Karr... hard name to pronounce.

I'm sorry, but your application is being rejected... we are looking for more motivated pilots.... maybe if your parents would be killed by certain group and you wanted revenge, maybe we would accepted you... It's a shame.

[rtdfoodie]

Planet New London
Time: 29th September 818A.S.
Location: Mandalorian Mercenaries HQ

A young, blonde haired man stands before the massive wooden gates of the Mandalorian Barracks. The wind blows chill, the rain is boisterous. He's dressed in time-worn black clothes, nice leather gloves, and a blue-yellow kerchief wrapped around his neck, imitating a gorget. The man holds a letter in his hands. He draws a poor-crafted, yet sharp knife, and spikes the paper to the ancient door.
'Will do.'
He walks away slowly. No need to hurry, this is where he has to be. There is a small park nearby. He can wait for the answer there.

The letter is made of a small, ragged paper, signed with blood.

Greetings Mandalorians,

My name is Edvin Skaarenor. I was was raised amongst the Independent Miners, in Tau-37, Falkland. I was born to become a miner. Or so I thought.
Then everything changed, one day in the Torres Ice Crystal Field. I was careless, and an overconfident young fool. I though the interstellar storms can not hurt me, they are only the tales of the Old, to keep us away from the richest mining fields. Then a large ice block shattered my cockpit. I was loosing air and power, without any hope of survival, but then... Then our mortal enemy arrived. An outcast gave me an offer: if I smuggle cardamine into Falkland, he will rescue me. I accepted the offer, without hesitation. Now I owe my life to him. I was untrained and ignorant, the station security uncovered my secret within days, but that was enough to let the drug leak into the veins of the base. They marked my hands with smouldering iron, and expelled me into the wilds. The only reason they didn't kill me because they feared the outcasts. Now I live, but I am disgusted by my friends, my brethren. I have brought shame to myself, and my family. I have fallen, and I vowed not to make the same mistake again. I will be loyal to my new life, whatever it's going to throw into my face. During those days I've spent a lot of time on Freeport 10, among other outcasts. I've learned how to manipulate, how to fight, how to... kill. And since then, my thirst for blood is unbearable. The man who helped me once, told me, I cannot dream of joining the Outcast ranks with my history, but he knows a place, for people like me. He secured me an old Dagger craft to come here, and join the Mandalorians. So here I am, for I have nowhere else to go. But this is exactly where I want to be.
I want to become a true Mandalorian.

<div align="right][color=#990000]Edvin

[casero]

Here I see motivation, energy, will... Edvin, consider yourself recruited.

[Primitive]

Suvar Karr... hard name to pronounce.

I'm sorry, but your application is being rejected... we are looking for more motivated pilots.... maybe if your parents would be killed by certain group and you wanted revenge, maybe we would accepted you... It's a shame.

I shot my own dog accidentally, I want revenge !

[casero]

Aaahh too much violent... sorry... I didn't note that before, you are accepted.

[Lucas_Fernandez]

Good Day Mandalorians. My name is Santino Finucci.
I've been born in Liberty, Planet Los Angeles. We had a family buisness on the planet, a stripclub. After our dad got jailed for smuggling and my mum ran off with a Junker me and my brother took over the club. Unfortunately both of us are addicted gamblers and made a lot of debt. The Local maffia burned down our club 'cos of out debts, only thing that left are our ships. We want to rebuild our buisness and for that we need money, no matter how. I heard your Merc group is the best in Sirius, so hereby my brother and I offer our services and would like to join.

[Rapur]

Greetings Mandalorians!

Allow me to introduce myself. My name name is Luigi Finucci.
Probably you met my brother, Santino who was here a couple of hours ago. So I don't need to talk about my past. After our club was burned down my brother came up with this idea to join your ranks and trade blood for money.Your Mercenary group seemed to be the best of the best. So as my brother already stated, We offer our services and are willing to do anything to keep the Mandalorians happy and to kill as much as we can.

On a side note: Corsairs ate my dog so I'm also looking of revenge.. Just so you know.

[casero]

The Mandalore opened the door, and got into his office. Some past due bills were slid under the door, he picked them up.

"Bill... bill... bill... 50% discount on clothe... -Your membership has expired-... oh... what's this?... ahh... more applicants... well, let's see".

He walked to his chair, while reading the applications...

"...oh yes... I loved that place... it was a shame... So, Drago burned it down... I'm gonna yell at him for that... hmmm... Finucci brothers heh... well, at least they can hook us up with some hookers... hell yes..."



Finucci brothers, we are interested in some of your possible skills <strike>(such as hookers knowledge)</strike>, maybe we can start some new enterprise related with your familiy's business. Welcome.