Junker Marauders Recruitment

[Junker Marauders]

Both applications received and read. Consider yourselvesaccepted into the Marauders.

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[mwerte]

Name: Dustin Esienhelm
Age: 31
Place of Origin: New Berlin
Previous jobs/roles: Junker scrapper, trading vessel captain
Reason for applying for the Junker Marauders: I can't take this dull scrapping anymore, I want adventure and loot and dames!
A small paragraph about you: I grew up the son of a Hessian pirate, who was never around. To protect my mother, sister, and I from retaliation by Rheinlandic authorities, he sent us off to live on Kreuzberg. We lived there for several years, and I picked up odd jobs helping the Junkers repair things and scrap, so that my family would have enough to eat. My father sent credits on a regular basis, but didn't come to visit very often, so when he was killed during a skirmish with the Federal Poliezi, I was not to devastated. With the authorities no longer looking for us, my mother and sister moved back to New Berlin. I stayed on Kreuzberg and eventually got my hands on a Humpback, which I used to ferry goods to and from Kreuzberg with.

But I need more adventure, and more importantly, more money. The Marauders have a reputation for obtaining both, and I want in.
Finally, your S.K.Y.P.3 protocol, if you please: PM sent

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[Junker Marauders]

You check out to be what we want, Mr.Esienhelm. You're accepted into the Marauders.

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[Caconym]

Name: Guillaume DeMarne
Age: 20
Place of Origin: Marne (Gallia)
Previous jobs/roles: Freelancer, independent Gallic Junker
Reason for applying for the Junker Marauders: I've travelled to Sirius after a... falling out with the Gallic authorities about some dodgy cargo I was transporting. So now I'm looking for a nice, friendly Junker group that's not too picky in its activities.
A small paragraph about you: I'm of Gallic origins. I graduated in Spaceship engineering, and then took a flight training course, with then led to me becoming a Freelancer. As I said, I left Gallia because I was caught carrying illegal cargo. As a Freelancer, I used to have a nice bounty record for both lawful and unlawful factions. However, I soon became an independent Gallic Junkers as it was a bit more profitable, not to mention safer. This is when I was caught.
Finally, your S.K.Y.P.3 protocol, if you please://Lythrilux already has it. Morse too.

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[Junker Marauders]

Ah, a Gallic, how avant garde. Although there may be tensions between both Gallic Junkers and Sirian Junkers, we won't hesitate to let you join us. Consider yourselfaccepted into the Marauders.

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[Derpy Kitten]

Greetings.

Below I relay my application according to the form you provided.
I'm certainly hoping that you'll find it much to your liking.

Name: Chryses

Age: Unknown

Place of origin: Unknown

Previous jobs/roles: Freelancer, explorer, independent pirate & devourer of human lifes.

Reason for applying for the Junker Marauders: After years of roaming the space alone and devoid of company, I have come to a conclusion that as antisocial elements, it would be rather splendid if we’d socialize a bit.

A small paragraph about you: Years ago I found myself stranded in deep space onboard a ship of unknown design, drifting in a stage of almost total destruction. I was awaken up by a voice of a young man, first whispering in my head… “Chryses… Chryses… wake up... it’s time to wake up…” and then changing into an inhuman scream “CHRYSES… WAKE UP!”. I rose from my slumber, in a small room, near the bridge. When I got to the bridge I realised the extent of damage done to the ship I'm on. Life support was barely on, navigation systems were failing for some time now, the hull was adorned with multiple holes from high-energy beams. The ship was floating slowly somewhere in the Omicrons without any destination. I was the only one on-board, and no other creature lingered there, alive or dead. I wandered the decks never knowing who I was, what was the reason of my stay here, or even how did I got on-board in the first place. I found no trace of any other crew members, data logs, not even a single piece of valuable information that I desired so much and that could shed some light onto me, the past, the present and the ship I was on, nor any cargo, except for a small amount of basic supplies necessary for survival of no more than one person for a few days at best. The voice in my head never spoke out again. Thus the only thing I ever managed to find out about myself or about my past… is a name with which the voice adressed me. That and a reflection which I saw in the mirror. Young, handome, blonde boy, with sharp and golden eyes. I took the supplies, which I found and during further exploration of the ship’s vast interior I managed to find my way to a hangar. Much to my surprise within was contained a fighter and inside there was a bag filled with credits, an energy crossbow, some clothes that fit me perfectly, and books. Most of it focused on the topics of ancient Earth’s classical history and culture. All this seemed so familiar and yet so distant. The ship appeared to be my own, even though I didn’t remember ever having one. I cherished what I found and do so till this day. Many years had passed since I abandoned the unknown wreckage with nothing more than a name, clothes, ship, books, cash and some food. None of my memories ever returned. I explored and flew around Sirius ever after and during my endeavours I found much joy in killing, hunting down others, devoiding them of wealth and lifes. And I felt enormous satisfaction in this. Untill my loneliness started to haunt me. I knew that I can be a lone wolf no longer. That I needed a pack. Friends and family. People to talk with, to feast with, to play with, to hunt with, to bleed with... and maybe even to die with...

S.K.Y.P.3 protocol: DarkExarch

That would be all for now.
I'm awaiting patiently for your response.

Chryses out.

[Junker Marauders]

Your application checks out good, consider yourself accepted into the Marauders.

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[Flash™]

Name: Kevin and I forgot my last name, I'll get back to this one. Oh right, I came back to this one...last name is Winston. Kevin Winston.....

Age: 21 I think....

Place of Origin: Definetly Liberty....even though I hate them...

Previous jobs/roles: Well....do you consider sweeping the floors on Manhattans bar after Taco Tuesdays a job?

Reason for applying for the Junker Marauders: Well....again....I have met some of you, and your lives impressed me, I like it....

A small paragraph about you: Oh goodness...about me about me...hmmmm. Born on Planet Pittsburg, to a nice loving family. I grew up on Pittsburg, studied on Pittsburg, worked on Pittsburg, and even lived on Pittsburg. Got my first job as a sweeper after Taco Tuesdays, that job sucked more then having ten lawfuls shoot you...to be honest. I got pushed around, not respected and not cared about by the lawfuls. They make me sick, so I stole one of their ships and crashed it on Manhattan, stole couple dozens of donuts to make the LPI feel bad, and now I am here, looking to join the Junker Marauders to help you out and live better. Now you might be wondering why I am not looking to join the Congress...simple....I think pirating and smuggling is better then acting lawful. I mean seriously, who would wanna be peaceful and lawful and do good things so no one shoots you. Thats boring and not fun, reminds me of donuts and LPI man....
Finally, your S.K.Y.P.3 protocol, if you please: Flash.231

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[Junker Marauders]

Name: Kevin and I forgot my last name, I'll get back to this one. Oh right, I came back to this one...last name is Winston. Kevin Winston.....

Age: 21 I think....

Place of Origin: Definetly Liberty....even though I hate them...

Previous jobs/roles: Well....do you consider sweeping the floors on Manhattans bar after Taco Tuesdays a job?

Reason for applying for the Junker Marauders: Well....again....I have met some of you, and your lives impressed me, I like it....

A small paragraph about you: Oh goodness...about me about me...hmmmm. Born on Planet Pittsburg, to a nice loving family. I grew up on Pittsburg, studied on Pittsburg, worked on Pittsburg, and even lived on Pittsburg. Got my first job as a sweeper after Taco Tuesdays, that job sucked more then having ten lawfuls shoot you...to be honest. I got pushed around, not respected and not cared about by the lawfuls. They make me sick, so I stole one of their ships and crashed it on Manhattan, stole couple dozens of donuts to make the LPI feel bad, and now I am here, looking to join the Junker Marauders to help you out and live better. Now you might be wondering why I am not looking to join the Congress...simple....I think pirating and smuggling is better then acting lawful. I mean seriously, who would wanna be peaceful and lawful and do good things so no one shoots you. Thats boring and not fun, reminds me of donuts and LPI man....
Finally, your S.K.Y.P.3 protocol, if you please: Flash.231

Due to delays with the F.0.R.U.M, we have been unable to keep in persistent contact with you. However, you'll be pleased to know that we're currently processing your application.

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[t0l]

(Don't worry, we won't release this outside the Marauders, unless we need to kill you~)
Name: Tyler, the rest of my name doesn't concern you.
Age: Twenty something.
Place of Origin:] Planet Houston
Previous jobs/roles: Street thug, scrap miner.
Reason for applying for the Junker Marauders: To find new opportunities that I never would have on that God-forsaken rock.
[b]A small paragraph about you: I grew up in the streets of Planet Houston, siblings never cared and parents weren't around enough. Hell, I don't even remember my parents. Made a living by mugging some folks who were stupid enough to take a walk through our complex at 2 in the morning.

After a few "patrons", I managed to gather enough money and then I forged my way into becoming the new owner of a civilian shuttle. The rental dealership probably doesn't care all too much. Ripped out their tracker crap, blah blah. You know the deal.

Afterwards, a group of Junkers found me, well actually, I found them, and I proceeded to tractor in copious amounts of scrap metal in exchange for food, water, shelter, etc. Long story short, Xenos found them one day sitting in the fields, they died, I escaped, that whole ordeal.

Now living alone, in this cramped ass cockpit with a fair bit of cash, I found out about you guys. Great.
Finally, your S.K.Y.P.3 protocol, if you please: you know it

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