To join, you need to copy and fill out the form below. After filling out and posting here, join our discord, where the main communication takes place. Please do not use AI for your applications, as if it is detected, the application will be automatically rejected. Before joining, you can ask about the faction and play freely with us as an indie Gaian, just come to discord.
The Gaians rumors list may help you to get some inspiration for the application, although Kirkwall rumors are still the Outcasts rumors. The bases descriptions also have some info and can be found via the same link.
[color=#13ab55]Character Name & Surname:[/color][color=#d2deec] WRITE HERE [/color]
[color=#13ab55]Brief biography on how your character joined the Gaian movement and how you ended up on Kirkwall base:[/color][color=#d2deec] WRITE HERE [/color]
How long have you played Discovery?: Over 15 years, but I took a decade long break
Why do you want to join and what do you expect from the faction?: I would like to create Gaian RP that fits in with the current playerbase and lore. I am here to learn, collaborate and complement existing efforts.
Anything else you would like to add: Gaia is always dancing through challenges, teaching us that true wisdom doesn’t come from material things but from being able to let go.
Your discord: menoslaultima
Timezone: (UTC−07:00)
Character Name & Surname: Dr. B.J. Hunnicutt
Brief biography on how your character joined the Gaian movement and how you ended up on Kirkwall base:
I grew up on Cambridge, before I was drafted to New London. Back at home, I attended the School of Medicine at the University. I am a third-generation doctor, but all that was cut short by the Invasion. I attended officer's training at RMA Sandhurst, planetside, and was commissioned into the Medical Branch of the Royal Space Force as a pilot officer-- just in time to endure the Siege of New London in 825 AS. I was 28 years old.
One great thing about New London is that I met my wife Peg (née Hayden) whose letters kept me sane during deployment. Of course I was beside myself during the bombardment of the planet, biting my nails until I heard from her again, especially when she gave birth to our daughter, Erin, who was born shortly before I left for space. I threw myself into my work, reading any medical journal I could get my hands on, practicing experimental procedures that might make a difference when we're flying the blues and twos under fire.
I learned a lot. I stayed sane. I saw the bottom of a lot of bottles. And in the end I got back to her. I finally got planet leave-- I was able to hold her in my arms and spend time with my sweet Erin, who had grown up so much in the meantime. I loved my time with them but it was not enough. New Londoners were huddling in the dark while the sky lit up with explosions. The impact shockwaves made buildings unstable, fires broke out all the time. Debris clouds obscured the sky. Erin could not grow up like this.
So when my leave ended, everything ended. As a flight officer I had command of my own Paladin, so I loaded my own cargo and set off for orbit, spoofing my transponder as soon as I was out of range. I learned to pilot from veterans of the Kusari war, so I knew all the tricks. I headed to Leeds, hit the Magellan and Vespucci jumpholes and then landed on Veracruz. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw my wife and child smile at me from the nest I had made for them in the storage crate. They looked cute in their transparent surgical respirators.
I had heard good things about this new frontier Commonwealth. None of them were true.
We got there just in time for the Insurgency coup and martial law. At least Erin didn't have to grow up under an exploding sky but riots in the streets weren't much better.
I was conscripted to fly for the Insurgency and while I was on patrol I ran into a lot of Gaians. They didn't want to fire on a medical ship so I got to talk to a lot of them. I realized they made a lot of sense. I was beginning to feel strangely homesick, even though I had little to return to. The Gaians were my people and that meant more than I had realized. I didn't want Erin to grow up Libertonian. Also, people were leaving Veracruz in droves. There were rumors of an invasion.
So, once again, I packed my family into a storage crate with respirators and rations and headed to this rock in the nebula they had told me about-- Atacama. And so my life with Gaians began.
I got to know a lot of the people on the various Gaian bases and the scales were lifted from my Bretonian eyes. Things made more sense from the Gaian perspective. This was good for me and my family. Eventually I secured accomodations in Holmfirth base and joined patrols interdicting Planetform transports on their way to Liberty.
This was when my medical journal habit got me into trouble. I ran across some very interesting field research on Nomads but then I couldn't contact the author. My colleagues dismissed it as nonsense but my curiousity wouldn't leave me. When I heard that Kirkwall base was dealing with Nomads on an almost daily basis I couldn't contain myself. I had to see this for myself! I held in my excitement and tried to go about my daily business. I kept sneaking chances to research Nomad physiology. Erin knew something was going on with me so I broke down and told her. She told me I should go-- apply for a post at Kirkwall. I told her I could never leave her and Erin again. She told me I would drive her nuts if I stayed.
So, here I am, in a chunk of ice, close neighbors with a miasma of explosive shards, trying to unlock the mysteries of Sirian biota.
Dr. Hunnicutt, your dedication leaves no doubt, but your zeal in exploring the Nomads will sooner or later endanger Kirkwall Base and its personnel. We can't take that risk. Your application has been rejected. I wish you good luck in your research elsewhere.
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