Xeno Alliance Recruitment (iRP)

[Nekrotalis]

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Recipient: Olena Winnick
Subject: Joining the cause
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I am sure that your parents fought valiantly for our cause. Continue their legacy, report to the nearest Alliance representative and we'll see about getting your transponders adjusted and if necessary bring your kit up to speed. Welcome to the Alliance.

"Nec plura arcana"

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[Geno]

1.) Name
Aslan Ramon Herrera (officially recorded as Smelter 3B941).

2.) Date of birth
April 29th, 809.

3.) Place of birth
Planet Houston.

4.) Describe in your own words your previous experiences, your view of the Xeno Alliance, and your motivation to join:

I used to come from a small nomadic settlement in the outer fringes of the Galveston Desert on Houston with some other desert dwelling loners who rejected the authoritarian rule of Liberty. I can’t remember much about my early days, but papa would always talk to us about plans of “saving up” as well as “going back home” with my mom. Plans that, in the end, are still up in the air.

I lived a bit of a muddled life back in my early childhood, either cradled between red rocks and dead trees, or huddled up with the other nomadic villagers in wild rides across the scorching heat of the Galveston. We would all occasionally settle down together to set up shop near the bigger cities, my uncles would peddle artifacts to the cities, giving us enough supplies to move on to the next location by the end of the month.

It was rough, and certainly wild, but I felt truly alive. As I grew up, my Papa taught me plenty of things. Survival stuff, mostly. I was taught how to pitch fires, how to stomp on desert critters, how to ration food and water, how to tie knots and torniquets and how to follow the stars above for directions. And while my mom taught me how to read and write and how to use a radio, I was still never the brightest bulb on the stage, if you know what I mean. But I turned out to be darn good with a pistol. They stuck me to guard duty for most of the time, scaring the wild coyotes away. Sometimes I would have to travel on foot for entire days to scout a suitable spot for our monthly stops, but it definitely shaped me into what I am today.

Papa was in the middle of nowhere to work as a fence of sorts between Rheinland and Liberty to facilitate the artifact trade for a pretty low profit, thanks to his connections. Being hidden in the boonies for most of the time would allow him to stash his artifacts from Rheinland in our trunks, and we were saving up a modest amount of unmarked credit chips, along with my mom’s job as a chef for the rest of the family. Things were looking so great, we even saved enough for my own hoverbike. It didn’t take long for me to finally understand why papa was always so secretive about his trade and his true origins. It turned out that the shiny purple pebbles and baubles were highly illegal, and it didn’t take long for him to get caught while he felt daring enough to visit Montrose by himself.

What followed was complete bedlam for me – my dad was convicted on multiple charges of artifact smuggling and was sent to Sugarland for many years, while I immediately left Houston at the age of 18 to accept an opening on a Pittsburgh salvage yard to scrounge up more credits to pay for his bailing fee.
Big fucking mistake. For the next five years, I worked like a dog, collared to Junkers who were under the guise of being Deep Space Engineering people. They were not. They were animals, and treated us like animals. Every day was the same, every day was spent wearing respirator masks to endure the dust storms and to not breathe in the rust from the decomposing ships we were asked to disassemble. I’ve spent my first months lamenting my decision, thinking about pressing that trigger button on my laser cutter while pointing it into my eye rather than letting them yank my chain one more time.

But then it hit me. What if I could make them pay for what they’re doing to people like me? I became resentful, it became an unstoppable force against the immovable wall of labor I was faced with. The friction grew. I shared my sentiments with the other workers in my yard, we tried to set up SOS beacons in the ground to snatch the attention of anyone out there who could come down and help us take down the guards. I prayed for it to work. Every day, for so long, until I lost track of time.

But then it happened. Whether it was on purpose or by accident, your Ethan Bryant fell right out of the sky to help us. The Morganton was there, and after years of learning how to scrap ships of that size, I inevitably picked up how to put them back together as well. I could only patch up the hull breaches and get the engine to start again. I left Pittsburgh, and Mr. Cristopher Beltran found me in Ontario, clueless and lost – all my HUD was telling me was to bring the Morganton back to base. While I initially assumed the guise of Bryant, Beltran saw right through it, and decided to help me. I wish to return the favor. And I wish to help the Alliance put an end the vicious cycle of greed and despair the Junkers are spreading.

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What is your Discord name? If you don't have Discord, get it. It's required. mynamereev

[Nekrotalis]

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Recipient: Aslan Ramon Herrera
Subject: We've been waiting
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Ahhh, finally. Read the report about the little incident involving you. Hope the Circle didn't treat you too harshly but given your background anything is better than that. Can't imagine not having a name. But I am rambling. Welcome to the Alliance proper, make those that did these things to you pay.

"Nec plura arcana"

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[Slede]

1.) Name
Answer: Dean.Johnson

2.) Date of birth
Answer: November of 800

3.) Place of birth
Answer: Planet Los Angeles, California System

4.) Describe in your own words your previous experiences, your view of the Xeno Alliance, and your motivation to join:
Answer: Grew up in paradise on Los Angeles to a well off family. loved my Nation as much as the next kid. Joined up in the Liberty army Calling in bomber strikes during the Gallic Wars in 821 Became a forward observer for ground forces developing a knack for calling in close air support for the the Ground forces even getting cleared to do Space to surface fires. I loved it nothing compared to the thrill of dropping heavy ordinance getting in fire fights with my brothers and sisters. That all started to Change during the Insurgency after serving my time thinking I could live a quiet life as a short haul freighter pilot. Seeing the LPI's brutal crackdowns to protect the big 3 corpos. My resentment grew sympathizing with my fellow citizens that had started to resist. It all came to a head when my home was raided my computers confiscated and my family pet was killed by LPI in a raid looking for "Seditionist Activities" I was cleared of all wrongdoing but my life was in ruins. Having no where else to go I stole a Starflier and left heading out into Ontario looking for those scoundrels that are all over the Holonet. Well I found them and Here I am a Rookie pilot that's seen his fair share of war looking for a reason to keep fighting

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Looking for a cool group of people to have some fun with and branch out from other factions

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Kanjo_Actual

[Nekrotalis]

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Recipient: Dean Johnson
Subject: An all too familiar story
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Well well well. Mister Johnson good that you reach out. The story you tell is all too familiar, especially to myself. Go make the ones that did these things to you bleed. You're officially accepted into the Alliance. Proceed post haste to the closest Alliance office and they'll sort you out with the appropriate equipment and training if necessary. One small bit of advice, don't mention too openly that you used to be with the Army, it might cause you unncessary trouble.

"Nec plura arcana"

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[Wulthus]

1.) Name
Answer: Attu Heikkinen

2.) Date of birth
Answer: 33

3.) Place of birth
Answer: Planet Hamburg, Avikko Region

4.) Describe in your own words your previous experiences, your view of the Xeno Alliance, and your motivation to join:
Answer:

My past?

I'm Oberleitentant Attu Heikkinen of the Rhineland Federal Military, 3rd Sigma fleet. Before enlisting, I was a commercial pilot in the Avviko region for our community. The land still remains wild and desolate. Ships were our only connection with the outside world.

I did not serve in the military out of pure love for the New Berlin and its' bureaucrats. I enlisted on federal side as soon as the civil war started. The imperials found my people not "Rhinelandish" enough and proceeded to "Rheinlandise" us by force. I would not let this fly.

Fleet command attempted to create a Free Rhineland State in Munich, liberated from influence of both authoritarian oligarchy and shady militarist members of it's intelligence. Both sides collaborated to crush our dream as soon as it came to life. Sounds familiar?

War ended, and still, Rheinlanders gave my people the Sigma-15 treatment. I was given the option of full amnesty if I was ready to serve the new emperor and his cronies. I spit on their grave.

My motivation and view of the Xeno movement?

I failed to stop the foreigners from stomping over my people. I lost everything I fought for. I served Rheinlanders with my life, and in return, they betrayed me. Twice. Now I want fight for myself. One of your operatives mentioned that your organisation is "a place for people like us - who want to be left alone". I want to be left alone.

I may never change the world, but at least I can enjoy watching it burn.

Also, this... I won't let any other people share the fate of my folks.

(//ooRP section)

What is your Discord name? If you don't have Discord, get it. It's required. #wulthus

[Reeves]

☠ Incoming transmission.
☠ Signal source: Free Republic relay, Liberty
☠ Opening video feed...

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Sender: Alliance Commander "Cobra"
Recipient: Attu Heikkinen
Subject: Authoritarian Assimilation

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Heikkinen.

You're motivated. That's good. But we're obviously a strange choice for outsiders regardless of how passionately convicted you are. I hope you've considered all this before starting down this path, because enlisting with us is effectively a point of no return.

Regardless, I'm sending a shuttle to your location. I'd like to speak more about this in person.

"Liberty or death."
-"Cobra"

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On indefinite hiatus because the current state of gameplay sucks - ping me over discord if replies are needed

[Corvo934]

1.) Name
Answer: Corvo

2.) Date of birth
Answer: August 804

3.) Place of birth
Answer: Liberty

4.) Describe in your own words your previous experiences, your view of the Xeno Alliance, and your motivation to join:
Answer:

The powerhouses have got every faction in their pockets. To me the only group that can’t be bought is the Xeno Alliance. The reason I’ve left my home in the Liberty system is the backstabbing and disloyalty that can be seen in people you once called friends. Immigration is bleeding all of Sirius with every unknown small timer wanting a slice. Now its time to return and take back what is owed.

I want to see the Big 4 burn into the ground by any means necessary and I believe that is the XA and the time is now.

Discord: bazrm89

[Reeves]

☠ Incoming transmission.
☠ Signal source: Free Republic relay, Liberty
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Sender: Alliance Commander "Cobra"
Recipient: Corvo
Subject: The Big 4

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Want the Houses to burn?

So do I. It's the only way for people like us and people who share the same dream to truly be free. But I'm not sure you can walk the walk just yet. This is a serious commitment and one that might come at the expense of your life.

We'll see how your time as a volunteer goes and if the academy prepares you well enough to survive. A shuttle will pick you up from where you currently are.

"Liberty or death."
-"Cobra"

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On indefinite hiatus because the current state of gameplay sucks - ping me over discord if replies are needed

[Eternal.Journey]

1.) Name
Answer: Oliver Anderson

2.) Date of birth
Answer: 15.11.793AS

3.) Place of birth
Answer: Planet Denver, Colorado

4.) Describe in your own words your previous experiences, your view of the Xeno Alliance, and your motivation to join:
Answer: "Denver, Colorado. Place I was born and raised. Childhood was nothing to shout about. Kept my head down, did what I had to get through. Turned eighteen and got my license to fly, then signed up for a Cryer company job. Thought they'd get me out into the stars hauling much-needed pharmaceuticals all over the sector. Instead I spent my days filing paperwork and pushing pens for the corporate heads. A damn secretary. I handled most of the shipping manifests without really doing much else. Musta seen something I shouldn't have, because some weeks after turning in thirteen years on the job, they booted me out. Not even so much as a black mark to my name, and all those years of corporate management went down the drain without any reasoning.

Sold my pad, bought myself a Locust and got myself out into space dubbed as Freelance. How long d'you think it took for the Police, Security Forces and a few of my old 'work buddies' to swarm me? I'll tell you. Got as far as halfway down to the New York Gate, down the lanes. They'd cut it and were waitin' for me. Bastards. Don't blame my old corporate friends, they're the ones that warned me that ambush was setup, right as I'd gotten on my way. They bought me time to bail, but there weren't many options. Dodged a couple patrols on the way out and headed up towards the Copperton. Hid out there for awhile before some of your pals took me in. Apparently my face was already on the news as a wanted criminal. Lotta heat on me, and they had a place to lay low. Only rule was, I had to aid the cause. Piece o' cake, sticking it to them government officials.

Been one of them strike pilots ever since. Earnt my place to fly the Aggressor and tear apart liberty's finest bit by bit. Now if that isn't enough for the 'prior experiences', I got two words for you. Robert Peary."

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