[101st] Recruitment Department

[Altaiir]

***Incoming Transmission***
Comm ID: Altaiir Utonallo
To: 101st Recruitment Office, Corsica
Subject: Application and Background

Altaiir Utonallo was born to Maria and Edgar Utonallo on Planet Manhattan. His parents were middle class civilians from Liberty, who led very uneventful lives. Altaiir received education up through college, which he went to for cinematography.

Once graduated, at the age of 23, he met a man named Denis Hebii, who, unbeknownst to Altaiir at the time, was a member of the Liberty Rouges. Denis promised Altaiir fame and fortune as a movie director if he worked under him as an intern for a while in the movie business. Their meeting was brief, but Denis's offer was tempting. Altaiir agreed to meet Denis at his place at a later date for more details on the job.

When that day came, Altaiir went to the place Denis said was where he lived. The area was in the projects, and looked like a pretty rough part of the city. Altaiir became incredulous because of his surroundings, but continued up to the address. He knocked on the door, which came open a moment later, followed by a smack from a blunt metal object in Altaiir's face. He was knocked out cold, and pulled into the building quickly.

Later, Altaiir woke up, unable to see or move his arms or legs, and in a state of disorientation. He heard the moans and panics of other people, which scared him more than the fact that he was immobilized. This state of disorientation and impairment lasted for a few days, until it was time to eat. A bag was pulled off of Altaiir's head, and a tray of some unidentifiable sludge put in his lap. He looked around the dimly lit cargo bay he was in, and realized he and some thousands of other people were in the back of a transport. He had been sold into slavery. Soon, he heard a rumor from the other prisoners that their destination was Planet Malta.

Upon arrival on Malta, Altaiir was forced to work on Cardamine crops for several years. By the time he was released from slavery, he didn't even know how old he was, although he knew he was in his late 20's or early 30's. Surprisingly, Altaiir did not develop a hate of the Outcasts as one would expect, and instead showed nothing but love for the Nation of Malta. This love was due to the Outcasts showing him the wonders of Cardamine. Altaiir became a strong supporter of the Orange Dream. He even continued to work on the Cardamine farms for a paycheck, so that he could afford a ship to haul the drug down to Liberty.

Now, with sufficient funds from the drug trade, Altaiir wishes to further help the Outcast cause, but now, in combat. He has been training in his Falcata relentlessly in preparation of this day. The Orange Dream and the Outcast Nation are the only things that give purpose to his life.
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1) Why the 101st Outcast Guard?

The Outcasts are my favorite faction. I love pirating, fighting lawfuls, and being generally unlawful. Plus, I'm a big Cardamine junkie :laugh:

2) What are two things that you enjoy doing in real-life besides playing freelancer?

Programming (as a hobbie, mostly) and listening to music.

3) What would the last sentence of your autobiography be?

Something about being positive in a world where the majority of people are stupid.

4) If you could be a fictional character (from a film, book, comic, etc...), who would it be, and why?

Tyler Durden from Fight Club because he is "free in all the ways that you are not."

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Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.

[Stefz]

Buongiorno Altair,

We don't have many ex-slaves in our fleet and we try to minimize the number of them. Although, you have made a buono impression on me.

After reading 101st Ghosts of Razgriz Pilot Handbook, report to my office at Corsica for further instructions.

Welcome to the 101st Ghosts of Razgriz. Try not to disappoint us.

~ Cristina Mancini, Administrator of the 101st Ghosts of Razgriz, President of the Outcast Council of Dons.

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[Savannah]

INCOMING MESSAGE
TO: Administrator Christina Mancini, 101st The Ghosts of Razgriz
FROM: Savannah Maya
SUBJECT: Transfer Request


NAME: Savannah Maya
AGE: 33
BIRTH: Malta, 613 A.S.


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Neural Net Database Entry #1819598


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Hola Administrator Mancini. My name is Savannah Maya. I walked a long road as Outcast, 2 hundred years long. Malta is my home, all I have; and my duty is to do as much as possible for it. Thus I am asking for the transfer to the legendary Ghosts of Razgriz.


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1) Why the 101st Outcast Guard?

Outcasts is my only real faction. 3 years, much happened. It's time now.

2) What are two things that you enjoy doing in real-life besides playing freelancer?

Reading (including learning) and creating something which makes me satisfied.

3) What would the last sentence of your autobiography be?

And it is as it is to be who you are.

4) If you could be a fictional character (from a film, book, comic, etc...), who would it be, and why?

There can be several variants yet fictional characters are not real souls. So I will select something simple. Gabriel from The Fallen.

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[Stefz]

Buongiorno, Signorina.

I can see that you have pure Outcast blood, according to your introduction. I also believe that you are pretty much ready to be a part of 101st Ghosts.

After reading 101st Ghosts of Razgriz Pilot Handbook, report to my office at Corsica for further instructions.

Welcome to the 101st Ghosts of Razgriz. Try not to disappoint us.

~ Cristina Mancini, Administrator of the 101st Ghosts of Razgriz, President of the Outcast Council of Dons.

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[Savannah]

INCOMING MESSAGE
TO: Administrator Christina Mancini, 101st The Ghosts of Razgriz
FROM: Savannah Maya

VIDEO MESSAGE FOUND

Gracias Administrator Mancini. Savannah bows. I'll do my best for The Ghosts of Razgriz and Our Nation.

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[AndrewG]

**Incoming Transmission**
**Target ID: Cristina Mancini, Administrator of the 101st Ghosts of Razgriz **
**Sender ID: Andrew Griffiths**
**Subject: Transfer**



If you do not wish to listen to my story, end transmission now

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I was born into this world with high expectations. My Father was the don for the English district on planet Malta. He handled most of the copper and salt expeditions. He would organize a group of Outcasts and raid the nearest Kusari systems.

When I was of age, I joined my father'€™s company, who were named EHI Outcasts, EHI meaning English, Hispanic and Italian. We were one of the groups that had multi ethnicities. I learned what it takes to be an Outcast.

One bright night a couple years after joining EHI, we were on our way towards Omicron beta when we were ambushed by corsair fighter ships. We were outnumbered three to one and had our backs against the wall. We had nowhere to go but forwards. What started as a hard fight, slowly tipped its balance and we were slowly losing members. After a few hours of nonstop fighting and maneuvering, there were only a few of us left including my father. I lost all reason of time and everything around me blurred. One after another, a corsair would drop into my field of fire and I would pick them apart. My only thought was too save my family. In the end only a few of us survived. I saw my father'€™s ship in pieces and new that he was dead. That was the end of EHI and I have been a lone Outcast ever since, while wreaking havoc on all enemies.
Now as I send you this recording, my only desire is to be a part of something bigger than myself.
In deep space, there is a saying. The lone wolf always dies, but in a pact you are strong.

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1) Why the Outcast guard?

Because Outcasts are my favorite faction

2) What are two things you like to do besides freelancer?

I like to go fishing and read books

3) Last thing in my autobiography?

In the end I thought too much

4) If you could be a fictional character, who would it be and why?

From my favorite animation show, Hunter x Hunter, there is a man by the name of Hisoka. He'€™s strong and he always wants to fight strong opponents. He sets himself up to be the bad guy but throughout the storyline he'€™s usually relaxed and really fun evil protagonist.

[Seipher]

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____________________________****Sender--Aseroth Vincent Astoria****__________________________

_____________________________*Receiver--The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz*__________________________

___________**Subject The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz Background check,and questionnaire.**_____________

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Aseroth was born on the planet Honshu.His father Clint Astoria,was a serious cardimine addict,and was regularly unemployed,resorting to crime to get his fix,Clint was also a very violent man. His mother Jade Astoria was a quiet and well collected entrepreneur and inventor, dealing in luxury consumer goods,on the planet Denver in the Colorado System.

Jade loved Clint deeply,but after years of his drug abuse she would not help him to get cardimine anymore,and his anger and need for the drug drove them further apart.His constant need had nearly ruined her luxury goods business,and she became deeply resentful of Clint.So for a year she planned a way to escape Denver and start fresh on a new world.Her business was still decant shape and valued by her competitors.So secretly she met with one of her rival dealers,a man by the name of Sid Grey.Sid owned some of the largest luxury item factories and distribution networks on all of Denver.His business extended all the way into Kusari space,and even more important to Jade,he could help get passage to the planet Honshu.She sold him her factory,and 3 different patents.one for a unique type of lava lamp,it was all the rage with teenagers and ravers,and the market was very high for this specific item.The other two patents involved the machines in her factory that were of her own design.These could up Sids production 50% and lower the amount of workers in his factories,cutting over head by 30%. Naturally Sid wanted this deal,and would pay massive amounts of credits for her patents.Jade knew how to play him and negotiated like a shark.She came out of the deal with forty five million credits,and an annual royalty of 5% of the entire companies profits.Not only did Jade take Sid for all she could she also received free passage in a fleet of liners and cruisers delivering luxury goods to Kusari space.She was set to leave,and she planned to leave everything behind,except for a few trinkets that had sentimental value, and some cloths.Meanwhile Clint was busy scoring some cardimine.On his way to their apartment he took time to stop at a pub and have a few drinks while taking his drugs. With the mix of liquor and cardimine he became seriously unstable.Back at the house Jade had her suitcase packed and was headed for the door,when Clint busted through, hitting her and knocking her down.Clint looked down and seen the suitcase,like a switch flipped in his head he became uncontrollably violent.''Where do you think your going"!He screamed."I am leaving Clint we are done".Jade responded."The hell you are" he wailed,and grabbed Jade up off the floor,and decided throwing her on the couch would be wise.Clint the proceeded to rape Jade.She was struggling to get free,and screaming as loud as she could,when a man passed by the open door.The man attacked Clint throwing him off of Jade.Jade ran strait out of the apartment,down to the street and into the taxi that was waiting,leaving everything behind.She then boarded the cruiser Ascendent Justice and left Denver,for Honshu.

One month later after the fleet had made all its stops before Honshu,Jade needed to receive her vaccines and medical check up before landing.The results of a pregnancy test came back positive after triple checks.Jade was pregnant with Clint's baby.

A baby boy was born almost 8 months later.He was rather small,had a full head of dark brown hair and piercing green eyes.Jade named him Aseroth Vincent Astoria.For sixteen years they lived happily and comfortably on Honshu due to Jades business deal.But all could not be a fairy tale forever.You see Clint had never stopped looking for Jade.He became sober and clear minded,with the will to find her being stronger than his need for cardimine.He happened to see her name on an old crew listing(now available at local libraries for public viewing). Not only had he found her name but where and when she left the fleet.Honshu...he thought to himself,and booked charter for the Kusari world.Clint arrived one week later,and started his search for Jade.Luckily for him she was listed in the communication's neural net.He now had her address.

The evening was calm,a cool breeze blew into the living room of Jades one story ranch house.Aseroth was playing his fighter ship simulation game on the floor,and Jade was reading the paper in her reading chair.When a defining crash echoed throughout the house,the house shook violently,and most of it collapsed,all but the family room where Aseroth and Jade were.Clint had Flown a stolen Gitano civilian type vessel into her home.The flames burnt intensely and as bright as a star as the core of the ship imploded,Jade grabbed her son and pulled him close trying to shield him.The shock wave of the blast through Jade out of the window and into the soft damp grass outside.Half of her body was burned and she was unrecognizable,but she had saved her son.The sun had all but set,just a small glimmer of the sun gazed up into the sky,almost completely blotted out by the raging fire that now consumed the area where the house had been.Aseroth squirmed free of his mothers arms as she groaned in agony,a deep rage filled his entire being.As he looked up at the house again he seen it.A man standing in front of the house, a dark silhouette of a tall muscular man could be seen.The shadow started to approach, then stopped and started laughing loud and uncontrollably.Aseroth felt a massive wave of fear,it washed over him like a bucket of cold water,and he began to shake.Looking down at his mother her eyes opened,and she said "I love you son,but now you have to run."She coughed loudly and blood began running out of her mouth.Just the the man was right above them,looking down.He was large almost six and a half feet tall,not as muscular as he looked in the darkness though,close up he looked very worn and a bit flabby.Jades face lit up in fear her eyes opening wide as she asked "Clint?why this is your son!He could have died!" she grabbed Aseroth by the arm and screamed "RUN BABY RUN!".Aseroth did not run,instead he stood and faced the man,he was taller then Aseroth.Aseroth was five foot eight inch's,but by the fires light he could see piercing green eyes,and the same smile Aseroth see's in photo's of himself."Father" he exclaimed.Clint's smile instantly turned into an expression of hate,his eyes squinted and the left side of his lip raised as in disgust.Quickly Clint swung and hit Aseroth in the head with a powerful hay maker."Neither of you will leave here alive boy." Clint yelled and laughed.Asteroth had landed where a large piece of the widow frame could be seen about three feet away.It was about two feet long and at one end had a large sharp piece of glass sticking out.Clint came to slam his foot on the teenage boy,Aseroth rolled over to avoid the boot,then sprung upward and hit Clint in his manly parts.As Clint howled in agony,Aseroth lunged for the window frame,he put one hand half way up and the other directly behind where the large shard of glass was,and ran towards Clint as fast as he could.He struck Clint in the chest right in his heart.Clint gasped loudly and fell down...Dead.Aseroth ran to his mothers side.She was not breathing and he lay on her chest for some time crying uncontrollably.When the Kusari Police arrived they questioned him,and told him he would be tried for the murder of Clint Astoria,and took him into holding.

Two days later a mid level Outcast pilot by the name of Silus Brag was taking a leave after a nice "payout",and he caught the story on the news,in his hotel room.He was,like everyone else, appalled at the charges the boy was receiving.He thought to himself,I am leaving for Omicron Alpha tomorrow,why don't I help the lad.Silus studied the blueprints for facility where Aseroth was being held.He planned to fly his saber to the edge of the atmosphere and drop down at the police holding facility.He would land on the roof and use C-8 explosives to open a sky light for Aseroth,they would then fly off and head towards Outcast space.Silus took off,went high enough to fool the scanners and dropped back down,then flew the 19 miles to the jail and landed softly on the roof.He counted 9 pace's left from the third ventilation opening and planted his improvised explosive device.He walked about 30 feet away and hit the trigger.A dull and muffled explosion instantly followed and concrete flew into the air.Aseroth jumped out of his bed and looked into the hole,dust coating his eyes making the water heavily.Suddenly he was grabbed and ripped upward,threw into a ships cargo bay and bounced around for almost an hour,before he felt the craft land softly.The cargo bay opened and standing there was a slender man about Aseroths height and wearing a black and red flight suit.Silus smiled and said "Hello Aseroth.Hope you don't mind but I just had to get you out of that dump."
Aseroth stood,and patted himself off,then said "Thank you.But where are we going to go?I am wanted now." Silus smiled larger and said "Well I am Silus,and we will be going where everyone is wanted.Now,if you would like to join me in the cockpit we can talk as we leave."They took off and found safe passage to the planet Malta in Omicron Alpha.Here Aseroth was raised as Silus's own.Silus taught him to fly,engage in combat both in space craft and hand to hand.Now 25 Aseroth is six feet tall has very short dark brown hair,and is rather handsome.He is of age and ready to join the 101st Ghosts of Ragriz.He has been waiting for this honor for 9 years,and is willing to give his life for the cause.Aseroth is very honorable and believes deeply in brotherhood,and the bonds of family.He has a good sense of humor and can be found smiling almost all the time,but beneath the surface he is a clam and collected intelligent man,and very strong willed.Aseroth believes you should never give up,he would rather die.He now harbors a deep hate for the Kusari police and the unjust actions of many authorities.


Aseroth Vincent Astoria,reporting for duty,I am ready to server the 101st Ghosts of Ragriz honorably.

Best Wish's
Aseroth



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1) Why the Outcast guard?
I was born and raised on Malta,and love the outcast faction as if it was my family,because they are.Being a bit bad can be fun;)

2) What are two things you like to do besides freelancer?

Playing guitar and writing.

3) What would the last sentence of your autobiography be?

To live is to suffer,but to survive.Is to find meaning in the suffering.

4) If you could be a fictional character, who would it be and why?

Goku from Dragon Ball Z.Why?Because he can fly, he is strongest in the universe,however he would never use that power to hurt the innocent.Finally even in great strength he is very humble.

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{Seipher}

[Stefz]

Signore Griffithis,

It saddens me to tell you that I don't think you are up for being one of the Razgriz' Ghosts. Also, some respect would never hurt. You are welcome to try again in a few months.

Signore Astoria,

Your biography is rather interesting. If what you said is true, than I see something in you. I believe that you will do fine as a part of the Ghosts. You must however know that once you're in, you must forget about your personal issues with Kusarians or anyone else. This is an elite organisation and I would like to keep it that way. I hope I was clear.

After reading 101st Ghosts of Razgriz Pilot Handbook, report to my office at Corsica for further instructions.

Welcome to the 101st Ghosts of Razgriz. Try not to disappoint us.

~ Cristina Mancini, Administrator of the 101st Ghosts of Razgriz, President of the Outcast Council of Dons.

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[Amon.Cire]

******Incoming Transmission******

****Sender--Orden Moreno****

****Receiver--The 101st Ghosts of Razgriz****

**The image flickers and the audio crackles as the as the broken broadcast attempts to make a connection. A man appears, his unshaven face hollow, his eyes exhausted but hopeful.**

“Can .. ou read me brothers?**shhhhhh** This is Orden former 101st. **shhhhh**”

Orden gives the monitor a smack and the transmission clears. “Ahh much better, this stolen ship is so rusted it’s barely holding air! My brothers, it has been far too long since my last transmission… four whole years since I last saw the orange fields of Malta! The Liberty prison guards practically killed me with their small rations of Cardamine…”

He reaches off screen and grabs his breathing mask taking long deep breaths. He lets the mask drop looking relaxed, “No trouble of that now though,” he says with a strained smile. “Still, an Outcast needs more than Cardamine. He needs his family.”

“I Orden Moreno am formally requesting readmission into the 101st. I promise you that I am just as capable as ever at protecting Outcast interest and ensuring the spread of the Orange Dream! Though, I have lost all my star charts, I could really use a guide to get me home…”

“I hope to be flying with all of you again soon."

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[Prysin]

Ciao signore Moreno

May i congratulate you, with your recent acquisition of freedom. May you stay free for years to come.

Unfortunately, i am unable to retrieve your old admission files. Thus i cannot confirm whether you was a Ghost or not. Thus, at this point, unless you can provide the original admission files, i can only ask you to refill the proper forms and waivers to enroll into the Ghosts.

I'll be awaiting your reply signor Moreno

For power, wealth, Malta & the Orange Dream.
Martino Perez, Administrator of the 101st Ghosts of Razgriz.

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