[M]olly Recruitment Center

[Govedo13]

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Goodday.
New pilot every week, damn me if ya keep kommin we would have enough pilots to keep presence not only in Dublin. Well this is nice I guess.... till the space they got em slaughtered...
Ya need to receive basic trainin Son.
Ya are assigned together with Adam Derryard and Kevin White in our trainin program.
If ya manage to prove ya self ya would be allowed to become a rookie.

Report yaself in Derry. Pick standard issued greyhound or Werewolf and prepare for some trainin, I hope ya would be able to prove soon 'dat our thrust in you is not wrong. After ya finish da trainin ya would get access to the full hangar of ships- we must make sure ya wont waste ships , ya know ships are valuable and as ya can see there are a lot of pilots eager to join da Movement nowadays.
For now ya are bastard- the lowest dog in da house, ya would need to learn to listen and execute, I hope ya learn fast.
Report yaself in Derry facilites. Mind to share some drinkin with da lads for the promotion.

Signed:
Arra Office

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Official faction players that are often accused of elitism, never deploy them and have those weird, immersion killing "fair fight/dueling" suicidal hobbies. (yes, i've seen enough of those lolduels, where house military with overwhelming force on the field willingly loses a pilot in a duel. ffs.)

[Wraga]

Name: Brendan McFarlane
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Birthplace: Planet Cambridge
Biography: Borned on Cambridge, as you could realise from the earlier part of my CV. My father offered his life against the crown and to liberate Dublin from the bretonian invaders. My father lost his life during a raid somewhere in Bretonia. That was a hidden mission, so my family had no informations about his death. Maybe caught by bretonian forces and tortured into death, maybe just hugged a lonely surveyor drone, because he wasnt an abstinent one.

He served his will so I respect him and would like to follow our family tradition. As a molly-hearted one, I would like to be part of the military line of your society and destroy as much bretonian as I can, until we could get the freedom of Dublin.

I would like to clean the whole system from the BMM and BAF interestings there and earn some respect for my family. I have to do this, since I had no other roots just the fight against the crown. No, I'm not a madman, altough I killed a bunny once by my bike. That was a nightmare and I cant say more about this at the moment.

If you need me, just hook me up from the Green Goblin bar at Cambridge.

Reasons for joining us: Being drunk, dancing much, killing time...in short.[/indent]
S.K.Y.P.3 information Already know that, if not, just PM me.[/indent][/font]

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[Govedo13]

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Goodday.
Aye a mad man.
Interesting.. however we do need a lot of em. And a sensitive one. Dam suh a bad combination.
But it is true- we are involved in attrition war- losing pilots and ships everyday with corsair plague all over our home-word. As we can assure diplomacy does not help, only big guns and many good armed ships help.
I would be happy to have one more. Report to training facility in Derry, take ya self standard issued Wolf and Grey and let see if you would survive long enough to be called a Molly.

Signed:
Arra Office

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Official faction players that are often accused of elitism, never deploy them and have those weird, immersion killing "fair fight/dueling" suicidal hobbies. (yes, i've seen enough of those lolduels, where house military with overwhelming force on the field willingly loses a pilot in a duel. ffs.)

[Narendran87]

Name: David
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Clan: Watson
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Biography: David is the son of a Corporate father "Mike" and a Molly mother " Angelina". Mike had to run away from his job for his love towards Angelina and became a Molly Himself fighting the Bretonia Government. Soon it became clear to Angelina and other mollys that Mike was nothing but a spy to Bretonia Government and Mike had to run to save his skin. Rumours claim the Molly ships that went after him tracked him down and killed him.

From that day David had to live with his mother. Even as a young boy other mollys treated him as a Traitor. He grew with just one thing in his mind "Never be like his father". He understood the full cause of the Mollys cause and he supported it from his heart. David born as a Molly and grown as one, he wanted to be treated as one. It was then did he wanted to fight for the liberation of Dublin and prove his loyalty and worth to the Mollys.

Reasons for joining us: To Fight and Liberate Dublin
S.K.Y.P.3 information: narendranpandian

[TheOrangeButterfly]

*** INCOMING TRANSMISSION ***

PRIORITY: Gold
ENCRYPTION: High
IDENTIFICATION: Colleen O'Finnegan, Cork Strike Group Captain, Dunlavin Green. 'The Negotiator'
SOURCE: Arranmore Base, Dublin
SUBJECT: Enjoy the Whiskey




I've heard of ye, and the word around these parts is yer some bloody spy... but i'm willing to give you a closely watched chance lad.

Consider yerself on probation as part of the [M]olly movement, kid.

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[Aingar]

Name: Connor
Gender: Logan
Age: 22
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Biography: Not much tha' is worth mentionin', born to minin' family, workin' on leeds since I was 17, worked a' Douglas fer a year, bloody 'sairs we're all o' tha place, I hate the' even more tha' BMM rite now! Eventually aye got a basic escort trainin' and started flyin' gryffin's, but then 'ey reassigned me ta de LD-14 without consent!

Reasons for joining us: Bloody BMM thou' 'ey can shove us back into workin' on tha' Al Dee foul-teen coffin 'ey call a space station! And 'ey believe tha' double pay-check is gonna cover losin' 20 years of my bloody life, screw them and screw their MOX aye say!
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[Molly]

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A gentle snoring is pulsating throughout an office. Papers are scattered haphazardly in piles on the floor and desk. A beep on the desk console stops the snoring with a start, the sole occupant in the office chair straightensup to peer at the newly received message. An application? This wasn't his department, oh well, bugger it.

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To Connor,
Your application into the Regulars of the Molly forces has approved, head to Arramore for futher assignment, your ship and a drink.

Regards, Charles Vice Gov' of the [M]ollys

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[Berny]

Name: Zion Miller
Gender: Male
Age: 28
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Biography: Born on Manhattan, Zion was a nice kid - to the elders. He gained their trust and used it to get away without punishment for bullying the weaker ones at school. Though, barely passing exams he never had place in college - even if he wanted to, paying the full price wasn't even close to his financial possibilities. Bullying turned into small crimes and thefts, multiple arrests and 2 years in Jail, where he met few Rogues that provided him with a plan and essential information like nicknames and numbers. Being 25 years old he registered for free flight lessons for civilians - 2 more years of waiting in line. While trying not to get into jail he found himself a basic job till finally receiving his lessons and a flying license. At that moment he has been promoted a bit and had a decent full time job for his level of education and records. Nearly a year more of typical citizen life - boring way, he thought. He saved some credits to move to capital, rent a flat and live there till getting application for Interspace Commerce or any company that need pilots for their basic hauling missions accepted. His plan was to gain a bit of trust and get right to ship more valuable cargo and trade it to pirates for a chance of becoming one of them - a regular member, as those have most of the fun. Applications were being rejected everywhere due to his past Records, but one sunny day, a naive Gotti Inc. manager asked if he has a Flying License and offered him a very basic but agile spaceship for a simple job - be a scout on trade missions. No doubt, Zion accepted the offer and did everything according to plan - trader bumped into 3 uncloaking Rogue bombers, instantly surrounding his precious train - no chances to escape, no time to power up his own cloak. Zion ejected at agreed location, leaving ship on free float straight into the sun - he was brought to Montezuma base.

Ship, he was given by a trader, was a Civilian trial vessel, approved by local police: all the locations visited and audio transmitted were stored on satellites for use in case of a report. Rates-hungry press did their best. Though, Rogues are sneaky - they have their own ways to make a conversation and never say anything valuable using open Audio transmissions. They were informed about vessel type before Zion even left Manhattan - Years in Jail paid off. It is also know, that Rogues don't say no to new flesh for most patrolled piracy locations. But this time press soured things up - he became a well known pirate in Liberty within a day. This minimizes chances of success if one doesn't have proper experience - and he had no experience, when you talk about space-piracy. So the next day they offered him a chance amongst their foreign allies Mollies: smuggler was right about to leave and there was a free seat - life-time opportunity he couldn't say no to. He also was given and new ID that should prevent any reputation issues with majority of Mollies.

Reasons for joining us: Piracy, lolBarghest w/o nerf, making lawful base power maintainer's game a little bit more interesting //without needing to fly all the way from and back to Cadiz each time; and having some fun playing with cool people (at least I know few of them, which is more then enough)
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[Govedo13]

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Goodday.
Aye Gotti ya say?
'That fellas are known Idiots- to hire someone with such record I must admit.
Space Piracy ya say? Our Teams are specialists in Hit'n'Tactics so it would be not 'dat hard for ya to learn.
Prison ya say?
Well the Breton Prisons are a way worst then the Liberty ones- you got luck as it seems- played your cards well. The Rougs are indeed sneaky but well...
It is always good for us to get new recruits as it seems you are just fit for da Job.
Mind ya beein a Molly is not only a lot of free drinkin but ya can burn pretty bad- the Bretons, Corsairs, Galics all would shoot at ya.
So as you are already here go to report to da trainin facilities, report again when ya make your first flights and ya got everythin needed not to be called a Bastard.
Good Luck.

Signed:
Arra Office

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Official faction players that are often accused of elitism, never deploy them and have those weird, immersion killing "fair fight/dueling" suicidal hobbies. (yes, i've seen enough of those lolduels, where house military with overwhelming force on the field willingly loses a pilot in a duel. ffs.)

[Dejavu]

Name: Dennis
Gender: I wus a bloke... Last Time ah checked!
Age: Twen'y Seven!
Clan: McHooley!
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Biography: Don' really 'member much. Whiskey been gettin' to mah 'ead! Ah remember ah was born on a lil' place called Arr... Arrrrrrr..... ARRRRRRR..... Arranmore. Was a pretty harsh li'e, mother was always beat'n me an me dad. Ah remember she 'ad such a thing as a shock collar on mah once... One false move and ZAPP! Ah got a good lil' shockin'! Funny story actually... Ah still have the lil' blighter on! Gives me a good shockin' sometimes! Oh well... One day I'll rid myself of th' witch some day! Anywah, I grew up to lov' mah station like she was mah baby! Lookin' after her and so on... Wait, tha' was a dream. Nope I grew up ther' and hated every blinkin' minute of it wiv' me mother! So I got a ship and spent as little time on there as possible! So yeeee... Tha's me!

Reasons for joining us:Tah kick some 'sair arse right back to Gamma!
S.K.Y.P.3 information namrewob1

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Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - David Hackworth (1930 - 2005)