Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH])

[Jones]

1. name: Christian Torres

2. Age: 16

3. Skills: im trigger happy, its not much of a skill but... a habbit. im not a little kiddy, when the going gets tough, i get going...then return with the big guns.

4. Reason: what can i say, life is boring without some risk. The cosairs can shower me with all the action i will ever need. did i mention i'm trigger happy?

5. Biography: nothing extraordinary about me.i was born and raised in crete. i've been flying with my brothers ever since i was young so im not a fool around a ship. i've had my fun blowing up asteriods, now give me something live to shoot at.......

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[darksamy]

1. Juan Ricardo

2. 29 (real age: 19)

3. Freelancer since 3 years (3 months in GC), served in the whole sirius, can take orders, I can log on at most of time (skype me), I always think before do something,but when I do it, I never give up...

4. I always wanted to be a corsair and shut the mouth to anyone who says that corsairs are not organised!, so I seen the TBH, fighting for honour, and I decided to join.

5. My past was eally difficult, my parents got killed by nomads(that what are official informations), I wanted to join LSF, but one day, I seen an LSF killing a trader just because he didn't stopped, I seen that laws are always to the stronger...I was looking in the archives of LSF, and I seen that some nomads infiltrated some LSF agents, and my parents was killed by an LSF while taking some artefacts to liberty to SYUDY them!, the LSF accused the nomads because no one can say its false, who will believe nomads, and don't believe LSF, So I deserted, LSF declared me as LIBERTY ennemy, and BH were looking for my head, 100,000,000 credits, yes, they did all to protect their "black" secret...
BH found me at borderworlds, they shooted at me, after I seen I can't flee, I wanted to give myself, and one of my crew jumped in a cargo pod, they thought it was me trying to flee, and they killed him...while they was busy a TBH young pilot called me (adrian corte vasquez) , he sayed he can help me, I didn't had a choice, I jumped in a cargo pod and ejected myself, he tracked me IMMEDIATLY and took me in a safe place, he sayed I don't have another choice than stay silent for a loong time, I did...BH and LSF thiunk I am dead, I changed Identity...
it was 14 years ago, and now, I want to fight with someones who know what is honour, I wanted to join Order, but hey are too close to Liberty, and I don't want they think I am a spy, so, the TBH is the Faction I have to join...thanks

[Blackstarr]

Centurion Vasquez logging in.
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[Rmlavine]

Name: Caesar Coriando

Age: 26

Notable Skills: Testing demonstrates Caesar as an adept marksman (light arms); a proficient pilot of light fighters and freighters; with a desire to learn to fly combat viable craft. He possesses a solid memory for trade lanes and a good grasp of three-dimensional navigation. A keen sense of self-preservation ensures that any start-up funding will not be squandered on replacement vessels.

Why TBH?: "I'm fed up with the petty houses ignoring their peoples. I'm tired of watching drugs flow like water. I'm done with cleaning up outcast collateral damage. The police can't bring a better life to Sirius: you can."

History: Caesar is direct descendant of the original Corsairs of Crete; and therefore the sleepers aboard the Hispania. As a young man he was a lanky fellow who studied with the intent to enter business proper; which in Corsair space had few options asides from the nation's great shipworks. With proper education and effort he was able to secure a position at such a place, a cushy desk job staring out a window at a great dry dock.

There it was natural for a man of entrepreneurial spirit to be swept up by the majesty of the vessels produced just over the lip of his desk. It took scant few months to secure a small freighter and put his finances in order; and shortly thereafter to depart. He left with a full hold in the small ship, and a dozen net messages sent out to relations and friends telling them that he would be back-- much later.

He left looking for a fortune more than the thrill of combat but, of course, there is no way to earn one in Sirius without suffering the trials of the other. After a brash start of runs through risky sectors Caesar calmed himself and took an opportunity to look at the great cities he was passing through; to speak to their peoples and eat their nutrient-paste. Business may not have been significantly different in Kusari than it was on the Southern rim of Sirius, but its practitioners certainly were.

Of less gentle bent were pirates and law enforcement alike, and Caesar quickly learned to dislike many of the factions that spoke of the most altruistic goals-- even if he couldn't see their dirt, it took only a cursory examination of their actions to see that they were deluded or fooling themselves.

He knew who the real crusaders of this galaxy were, and they weren't flying the colors of a Queen or Emperor, in dress uniform, or even wearing 10-gallons hats and a duster. They were popularly dubbed Pirates, because popularity was controlled by an elite class who weren't worth serving.

It was time to go home, and time to make a difference.

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Coriando [TBH]-- Corsair; Titan
Ace_Eightly-- Independent Trader; Kushan Freighter

[Lucend]

The testing screen goes blank and a floating head appears on screen

~~Testing Terminal # 3 activated~~

Wha?! Who ?! Where?!

Ah, gruby Corsairs...

Okay "Senior," Answer the bloody questions.

And be quick about it? The mainframe and I have a dinner appointment.

Questions flash up on the screen

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"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair

[Mortibus01]

TBH Application

Full Name:
Carlos Rodrigo Diaz

Age:23

Your skills:
I'm extensivly trained in ship electronics and can repair them.
I was trained by my father in ship combat, ship tactics, ship navigation and melee combat.


Reason why you chose us:
Being in the Corsair military has it's advantages but my tour of duty is coming to an end. Insted of rejoining the military I would love to join TBH instead.I feel that TBH has the most important thing i'm looking for (Brotherhood).Trained to live or die for the Corsair way of life, total obedience to orders and steadfast in combat.
I hate the Outcasts,Britonians, and Rhinelanders with a passion. I want to test my combat training on them.
Obviosly I havn't found any equal from them yet.


Your biography:
My family is a direct decendant of Rodrigo Diaz (El Cid) from early earth history.
I was Born and raised on Crete as the only child i got alot of attention from Antonio Diaz (my father)a military man with alot of medals and kills under his belt.
At age 7 my father started training me in ship combat, ship tactics, ship navigation and melee combat. At age 12 i killed my first Outcast as a ritual of passage into manhood. At age 20 i joined the Corsair army (like my father)to hunt the Corsair enemies and protect our way of life from our enemies.
My father died (of old age) when i was 22 my mother (Abegail) shortly after.Since then i felt somthing was missing from my life. Family.
I've been in quite a few battles in my 3 years in the army.One battle in particular was in Omega 41.We were on a routine patrol (4 fighters). When we got contact. 6 Outcast fighters.I killed one right away.My childhood friend was killed almost immidiatly.An outcast had me in his sights when all of a sudden i pulled a very risky manuver (engine kill) the Outcast flew right by me. I opened fire on him killing him quickly. My other wingman killed one before he took a missile killing him. So now it was 2 against 3.My other wingman was on one but one was on him so i immediatly got into position to kill the one following my wingman.My wingman killed his target only to get a missile as soon as he killed the outcast(from the last Outcast).Now it was one on one.the Outcast opened fire with missiles but i dodged it and started defensive manuvers.I flew into the asteriod field at full speed, he fired his last missile hitting me damaging my ship.(My lucky day)I managed to get behind him and opened fire killing him instantly. I limped back to base alone.
I was the only survivor of this incident.

[Lucend]

~~Automatic Application System activated~~

~~Scanning known Elders/Centurions and sending directly to them for confirmation~~

~~While you wait, please help yourself to some ale in the boozer's lounge and perhaps a mint, I don't have a nose, yet I can still smell your breathe~~

~~Good Luck!~~

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"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair

[gatuin]

Application for:
Name: Hagen de Soto

"I do not know much about my Grandmother. My parents rarely talked about her. When my mother died, my father called me to his office. He was a high ranking officer in the Rheinland military, grey hair, his face old, dry, like an old rusty sword hammered on the anvil of life. Those were his last days in office. He was going to die, too much stress, too many days in battle. His health was bad and the command knew that.
He told me about her then. My heritage. My only link to the family I had left.
She was a Corsair fighter pilot in her twenties. On a reconnaissance mission to Bretonia they attacked a huge convoy of Outcast slavers. But in the end their squadron was defeated and her lifepod ended up in their cargo hold. It must have been a month later they awakened her from stasis, staring into the alkaline deserts of Planet Houston in Texas. She worked there for months scraping up phosphates for fertilizers.
Like so often her slaves got word that the Liberty police was growing suspicious yet again and to save ressources they hired Bounty Hunters to get rid of the slaves that would tarnish Liberty's image. That only meant they were stashed away yet again and shippe off to the Junkers who would bring them to the Outcast home system to work on their Cardamine fields till they dropped dead.
When they arrived on Beaumont Base to get a bigger transport she stole a Junker ship and fled to Rheinland where she disappeared. The rest is history.
My father wasn't crying when I left, he knew I'd find my way home....the other home. He was not keen on me seeing him slowly dying away like a withered tree. He had pride. And I wanted to remember him as he was.
The Junkers in Beaumont told me to go to Omega-15. There is supposed to be another base. They said maybe there I can find out where I can get home. I am going home, grandma....I will make you proud."

[Captain_Messemaker]

Application cpt. Messemaker

A faint ray of light got my attention. I opened my eyes and the sight gripped me. All around me there was smoke, and red alarm lights burning. Quickly I asked: 'computer, status report'.
A faint but lovely sweet feminine voice replied: 'Shields at 0%, Hull integrety at 30%, weapons are offline, life support system is failing'. I asked myself what has happened. Then, when I saw the debris floating in space I remembered.

One week ago, I flew around with my light fighter, heading towards crete to interview a inhabitant how the situation was on the planet. Right after I entered the omnicron Gamma system a couple of outcast surprised me. 'What is your intention here'. I replied: 'This is Captain Messemaker of the fighter memory, I'm going to crete for an interview. My intentions are not hostile'. The corsair destroyer replied:'If your intentions are not hostile, and you are going to crete then you must be a corsair'. 'No!' I replied. 'I'm just a reporter trying to get information about the planet itself'.
For 30 seconds I thought he believed me, then a voice said:' prepare to be boarded'.
The second the destroyer aimed his tracor beam to me, a corsair bomber arrived and immediately opened fire upon the destroyer. 'RUN' the corsair said to me. So I did. But halfway the asteroid field I felt guilty. How could I ever forgive myself if I did't help that fighter. So I turned my ship and headed for the destroyer.
The situation was desperate: the corsair bomber had lost his shields and whas getting hamered, while the destroyer didn't even had a scratch.
So I armed up my secret weapon: the sunslayer torpedo. I locked on and fired. The first shot took out his shields, the second blew a hole in the ships hull, taking out his main guns. I turned on my com and used the system chat frequency: 'This is fighter pilot Messemaker, drop your engines and power down your guns and shield'. His reply was a deadly shot on my ship. This knocked out my torpedoes. After that shot the destroyer fled the system and the bomber came to me. 'Thank you for your help freelancer, how can I repay you for your help?'. I replied: 'Escort me to Crete, I want to join your cause and whipe out those Outcast scum. You're welcome by the way'. Togethere we docked at Crete, and thus I became a corsair.

2 days later I woke up from my bed, because the speaker in the barracks shouted: System omnicron gamma under attack, man your ships and report in orbit of planet Crete. Finally, I had the chance to test my new ship that I bought yesterday: my new gunboat freedom.
Upgraded with the best armor and the best guns availible I reported for duty.

When I undocked the planet I encountered 6 other corsair bombers and fighters. Together we formed up a fleet, and headed for the last know co?rdinates of the outcast ships.
I was appointed as flight leader because of my anti capital cerberus guns. 'I am honored' I told them, because I joined the corsairs only days before.

in the distance we could allready see that there were two destroyers there. They came right towards us!
I shouted in the com:'All corsair ships, engage at will.' The air lit up as hundreds of shots went through space. I fired my cerberus on the nearest destroyers, and kept firing it. His ship didn't last long, when allso two bombers raged havok on his ship. After 5 minutes the first destroyer whas destroyed. The second however locked on me and allmost destroyed me. On that very moment a brotherhood cruiser showed up and destroyed the second destroyer. But my ship was so badly damaged that life support systems were failing and I went Knock out.

The cruiser patched my ship up and I immediately wanted to join the brotherhood. And so I went to the best bar there is on crete and asked for a application form.
Eager I began to type:

Name: Cpt.Messemaker real name: Mark Messemaker
Age: 18

Skills:

My first skill was trading: I was a trader once, and by building up my credits, I allso bought bigger ships. And now I have a taker trader on another account. My skill are thus: Trading on the best possible trade route: the diamonds, niobium trade route between new tokyo and new berlin.

My second skill is as a leader, and I must say that is my best skill. I have an excellent tactical view, and I'm not affraid to use it. With my gunboat I allso can take out capships with relatively ease.

So my best skill is commanding a fleet from my gunship, and hopefully later on a cruiser, so I can perform that task better then because a leader needs to be well protected to hand out orders.

Reasons why I chose the Brotherhood:

First of all, I joined the corsairs, because I envy their courage. Taking on a destroyer with one bomber to defend a freelancer is extraordinary.

I would like to join the brotherhood because they saved my life. It is the oldest fellowship of the corsairs, you prefer to use force instead of diplomacy and all brothers are treaded equal. I want to be a part of that!

And last but not least: I want to whipe out every outcast in the serius system, together with my brothers, my brotherhood!

My biography

I was born on Manhattan 18 years ago. My father was a respected trader, and made enough money to support my family. One day the station he was trading on got attacked by outcasts. He tried to fled but got killed by them. When I heard of this I was 12 years old. Then I swore to kill every outcast in the system.
My family and I fled to the Omnicron gamma system and immigrated on planet Crete. Soon I was building up ships. But I never knew what would become of those ships.
When the Omnicron Gamma system was overrun by outcasts, my mother was killed by a mere accident. But still I held the outcasts responsible. I fled crete and bought myself a small trader in new berlin. With that I build up money and bought better and better trader ships and made more frieds (and enemies).
On my return to new berlin I had the chance to become a reporter. And my first assignment was crete.
Now I have a gunboat with upgraded guns, and am trying to make a living with taxing and shooting outcasts.

O great respected elders. I, capt.Messemaker, your humble brother have a question for you.
I now have two accounts: one tanker trader and one with a corsair gunboat.
I have read the rules that I will have to have one titan fighter. But am I allowed to keep my gunboat, as I think will help in the cause of the brotherhood. It will keep the corsair system safe and will enable me to command the corsair fleet better.

Your humble brother,

Capt.Messemaker of the Corsair gunboat Freedom

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Why fight, when you can run?
But why run when you have the power to fight back!

Corsair Cpt.Messemaker

Captain of the Corsair Gunboat Freedom

[craig]

***Incoming Transmission***

Hola can you here me?.....Just came thru an ion storm.

This is: Miguel Rodriguez

Age:24

Skills: Iam experienced in all class ships(being from a wealthy family gave me the opportunity to buy and experience different ships and classes). I also studied business and mathematics along with politics. I have also been trained in tracking people and there ships. with expert navigation skills and exploration of even the farthest boarder worlds I've recorded every part of the Sirius Sector. For the time being i work as an Architect designing buildings around Crete.

Bio: My Father is from Crete and mother a libertarian from cali. (never liked her side of the family)They meet when my father went on a raid into Bretonia. she was there on vacation. The look in her eyes got the everlasting attention of my fathers heart so he saved her from exile. I went to school on Crete and studied business and mathematics, graduated college at 20. In the spare time learned from my father and friends. My father was a GB pilot and wealthy business man. so you can kind-a say i followed in his foot steps. Learned all the in's and out's in on the business front, all the who's who and what's what. When it comes to money I got it! I didn't enjoy the rusty gun boat training tho, rather I like the feel of something new and fresh sleek and clean. Can't say I've found a specific ship or class but like all of the and using them when the time is right. I've flown all over the Sirius, meet and discovered many people and places. Yet still i stay true to the Corsair way of life and Benitez family. For Three years i have traveled and explored the Sirius Sector when i came back just about a year ago i got news of my fathers.


___Bretonia Armed Forces have attacked a patrol group in the ice fields near Omega 5 Jump Hole in Cambridge___________end transmission.....-

My father was on that mission and gave his life that day. his death got me good. i want to make him proud so I've been training and working hard to get vengeance upon his death.

Reason: I feel it is time to put my skills and allegiance to use and pledge fully to The Brotherhood. The Elders decision making along with their diplomatic ways and goals have given me much respect for them. I've meet a few Brothers and they seem to be very good at what they do. I admire that in a faction and wish to be part of it.

This is what my father would have wanted, to stay true to the corsair way of life so what better way to do it then join an official faction and be part of something great.

This is Miguel Rodriguez signing off........

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