Taskforce One Four One (141|) Recruitment Channel

[141 High Command]

Greetings to you, who ever you are.

You have found a channel within the neural net that is not known to the public and
more then a few people who know of it would like the channel to be closed. This means you have shown competence.

It also means you are willing to join the Order, fight for humanity and protect it against the ever present nomad threat.
If you are not, terminate the connection now, for once going on, there will be no return for you...

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So, it looks like you are ready to part with your former life. Good. Taskforce One Four One needs men and women who do not hesitate when facing the danger.

Before you join us you should read through the following pages to get an idea of what Order taskforce One Four One stands for:

Overview

Order TaskForce One Four One is a military unit within the ranks for the Order.
It serves as a quick response unit and is dedicated to secure the Omicrons against any possible threat for humanity. It also means that we have to fight other humans
if they stand in our way to destroy the nomads or if they try to obtain their technology for lesser aims.
It is something we cannot and will not tolerate!

Due to the recent events regarding Omicron Minor, the growing alliance between the Outcasts and the K'Hara
as well as the silent threat that emanated from the Wilde TaskForce One Four One
had to convert itself so that it was prepared for the upcoming changes.

Objectives / Goals

Destroy the nomad threat around Sirius

Keep any form of nomad technology out of the hands of unapproved factions

Wipe out the alliance between Nomads and Outcasts

Tighten the relations with the Corsair Empire again

Diplomacy

Alliance
Order|, Cerberus, TCG, Horus|, Zoners

Friendly
IMG, Blood Dragons, +LE+, CoM

Neutral
Corsairs, SCRA, everybody else not mentioned

Unfriendly
Bretonia Police, Bretonia Armed Forces, Reapers of Sirius, Artifact smugglers, Kusari Naval Forces

Hostile
Outcasts, Liberty Navy, Liberty Security Force, Samarran Raiders

At war:
Nomads, Das Wilde, Guild Core

Naming conventions

Snubcrafts: 141|Firstname.Surname or 141|Codename
Gunboats / Cruisers / Battleships: 141|Shipname

Ranking structure:

Commander
(Access to: Open use)
Commander is the highest rank with in 141|. Only one Commander can be appointed within the Taskforce and he or she is the leading Officer. Commanders set up the current tasks and missions for 141| and are responsible for the whole taskforce.

Colonel
(Access to: Open use)
Second in command within Taskforce One Four One, the Colonel assists the Commander for the lead and control of it and only follows orders from the Commander. Moreover he supervises the work of all squads within 141|.
It is rumored that the rank of Colonel is more that of a Commander's personal scapegoat within 141| if things go wrong. Stating this in public or in front of said Colonel has led to some unexplainable accidents.

Captain
(Access to: fighters / bombers / gunboats / cruiser class; with special permission: battleships)
Lowest rank within the 141| command the captains have to oversee the agents they are responsible for.

Veteran Agent
(Access to: fighters / bombers/ gunboats; with special permission: cruisers)
Within 141| veteran agents have shown vigilance and commitment for 141|. For the common agents they are the paragons of what every one of them has to be within the taskforce.

Agent
(Access to: fighters / bombers; with special permission: gunboats)
Common agents form the backbone of 141| and execute the normal duties. They have no real authority besides overseeing the ensigns they are responsible for.

Ensign
(Access to: fighters / bombers)
Ensigns are the new recruits within Taskforce One Four One. They have to undergo a trial phase in which they will be tested for their abilities. During the training they will be supported by either an agent or veteran agent of the taskforce. If an ensign has proven himself, he will be promoted to the rank of agent.

Special Operatives
(Access to: fighters / bombers; special access depending on High Command's decision)
Special operatives are somewhat an exceptional case within the taskforce. This rank is somewhat outside the regular ranking structure of One Four One, thus only responsible towards the 141| Command.The recruiting and promotion to special operative is subject to supervision of 141| Command.

Fill in the following application!

If you are really eager to join us in our fight for humanity you will have to forward some
information regarding your person to us. Oh, more one thing: Stick to the truth. Space is dangerous and each
of us has to trust the other. If you fail to fill out all the mandatory information about you, why do you
think we can trust you with our lives?

Code:

[color=#FFFF33][b]Chapter 1: General Pilot Information[/b][/color]
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Name:
Gender:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
S.K.Y.P.E Frequency:

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[color=#FFFF33][b]Chapter 2: Pilot's Personality information[/b][/color]
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[u]Everybody has an origin. What is your history before you decided to join us?[/u]

[u]Tell us something about your strenghts and weaknesses. What do you think they are?[/u]

[u]In what way do you think you can serve 141|?[/u]

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After you have filled out all necessary data and forwarded it to us, your application will be
reviewed by One Four One Command. Upon this your application will either be approved or denied.
In first case you will be contacted by us on S.K.Y.P.E and introduced within 141| as Ensign.

Good luck!

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[Taskforce 141| Information and feedback] [Taskforce 141| Message Dump]

[Taskforce 141| Recruitment]

[Savi]

Bary wakes up from his rusty cabin, somewhere above the Engine Room, Newark. He slowly walks to the fridge and picks up a cool beer.

"*sip* Ahh, that's the way I revive!"

He walks slowly to a chair near the window that has a nice view of Planet Manhattan.

"Eh another day, let's read tae neuralent news. I feel so tired of last night! Ye, that whisky was too much! Or tae women!"

On the first page: unexpected events in front of Manhattan! 1 unknown organic ship helping Liberty Navy against criminals.

"Yey, organic thingy? Uhh, that "normans"? Or how that pink morons are called. That's looking more of some action. Let's get to tae bar!"

When the opens his cabin's door, he's surprised to find a dead LSF officer laying on the floor.

"Ye really took a big hole in yer hart. Leme see how I can save ye."

Bary notices a PDA in his hand, some money and a laser pistol.

"Ahh that PDA should value some money. But I'll see what are ye hiding on it, corrupt buddy."

He opens the PDA

....loading link... ID confirmed>>> Senior Officer William Brandon >> Access granted >> .... opening file ... Task Force 1-4-1 message on interest >> Zooming in.

"Ehh, whoho! What's that, am I blind or I'm just seeing an Order invitation to a party! Ehh I remember, good ol' days, shame I've been taken out of duty. Let's see what's this all about."

Bary walks to the bar. There he asks for a bottle of whisky. Then he takes his favorite seat and starts recall his memories.

" My name is Fred Bary. I've been born on 'hatten, 17 May, 769 AS. My parents weren't the best ones, dad wasn't bringing much money home and he was drinking quite much. My mom was ill of cancer soon after she born me. She died when I was 4. When I was 12, dad sent me on Richmond Academy to learn to be a big man. He was hoping there I'll have a better life, and I could help Liberty. When I made 17, I've been enrolled into the Liberty Security Force, the space exploring division. That time, Casper Orilion was the leader. When I was 29, Orilion told me that he discovered something devil, something that can threaten our species. He told me we don't have much time. It's time to pack up our good and go. In 1 hour, he managed to contact 30 more persons, then we've lost contact with everybody. Orilion managed to steal an Armored Transport and head for Alaska, Juneau Shipyard. He was one of the biggest leaders of LSF, so he could get access to one of the newest Navy prototypes, the Osiris. We went on board and powered up the engines. Liberty Navy noticed the huge prototype leaving the hangar so they intercepted us. We had to destroy 2 Dreadnoughts and 3 Liberty Siege Cruiser until the ship finally managed to engage his cloaking device. Then we went to Omicron Minor, a jump hole Orilion discovered 2 days ago in an encountered with a new alien species.

Then that great war between nations has started. I was promoted to first mate on the Osiris, after the last one got killed in a highly secure mission in Frankfurt. I took my rank seriously and I was screaming all orders Orilion was giving. That's why some boys called me Oralion, for my loudness. After some months of fights, researches and luck, we managed to drag all nomads into a wormhole and send 'em to hell. But it seems that wasn't enough. 17 years ago I went into a scouting mission with Junk'o Zane, Orilion himself and 2 more young chaps. Then, we were ambushed by a bunch of Rheinland new generation Wraith fighters and a new model of nomad: the assassin. Our Anubis fighters stand no change and we lost contact with each other. I woke up after 2 weeks of comma into a hospital somewhere in Manhattan. I didn't remembered anything at first. But then, sad life made me start drinking and I was drinking alot... after a nice party with women and lots of drinks. I think I've crossed the line that time, and I entered again in a 3 day alcoholic coma. After I was alive again, I started to remember all the things, from my birth until the moment I got shoot down. This was 1 year ago. Until then I was working on Newark, unloading things from transports, quite often, nasty things. That's how I managed to survive. Today, I saw this invitation, of a remain of Order, Taskforce 141 and combined with the latest events I guess it's time to return to duty.

Bary feel asleep on the table. A friend, Tim woke him up.

"Hey it's morning and you've already drank too much"

"Oi 'ere chap! *hic*, I've just reinvigorated myself. Now, friend I have to go."

He walks slowly, in zig zag to the bartender and asks for his Griffin passing card. The bartender, suspiciously passes it to him, only main reason being that Bary left him all his goods until his possible return. 2 LSF officers enter the bar with big noise, searching for a person that was looking all the same with Fred Bary. The officers attempt to stop him but they fail. He manages to enter his Griffin and set course for Norfolk. There, 1 Liberty Navy cruiser and 5 fighters block his way, but Bary didn't lost his flying skills at all and manages to evade the fire and run to the Alaska jump gate. He bumps some mines, but he still manages to jump. There he reaches Battleship Autumn, where he gets docking rights due to his old Order High Command identification. Here, he grabs a Nepthys, where Enrico Davids was waiting for him.

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[Mercarryn]

Later on at Taba border station: Commander Davids asks the possible new recruit into a room he calles his office.

So, Herr...Barry,

it looks like you have ein rather...colorful story, especially zhe one regarding zhe beginning of zhe Order.
Not many of zhat time are still alive, so I hope you are not insulted when I will verify your information on zhis matter.

Nun ja, you seem to have skill. I was informed you were able to let zhe Liberty Navy look like ein bunch of idiots. And I like zhis.

Nontheless zhere is one question you will have to answer:
How do you think you can be of help to taskforce One Four One?

[Savi]

[color=#66FFFF]Meh, why'll be useful? Because I've always been useful. Tell me something to get it done, and I'll do it. Happy?

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[Mercarryn]

The answer of that Fred Barry made Davids smile. That Libertonian looked like a man who
knew what and how he had to accomplish things. The abuse of alcohol could become a problem though.
Enrico rubs his forehead


Nun, Herr Bary, it looks like you are zhat kind of agent we want to have, but two things before you will be briefed:
You will forward to us your S.K.Y.P.E frequency! You can do so at our quartermaster, he will take care of it.
Second: Drinking a beer or other alochol once in ein while is no problem, I also sometimes enjoy
a gut glass of Rheinland wheat beer.
But if I get to know zhat your alcoholism problem becomes a problem during mission, you and me will have ein
serious talk. I hope we understand each other?

[Savi]

[font=Book Antiqua]Umm, well. I'll do my best boy! Here's my info card.

[color=#FFFF33]Chapter 1: General Pilot Information

Name: Fred Bary
Gender: Male
Age: 50
Height: 1'79
Weight: 74 kg
S.K.Y.P.E Frequency: yo.savin

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Chapter 2: Pilot's Personality information

Everybody has an origin. What is your history before you decided to join us?

I'm liberationist.

Tell us something about your strenghts and weaknesses. What do you think they are?

Uhh, I'm good at everything, maybe my only weakness is that I maybe drink too much.

In what way do you think you can serve 141|?

We'll toss the nomads in their purple ass.

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[141 High Command]

Congratulations, Mr Bary. The 141 Command has deemed you as worthy to be a new member of One Four One.
You will start within our unit at the rank of Ensign, no matter what rank you had in the Order before.
Now get your feet moving to the hangar bay and let the techs change your transponder system to our frequency!

Good luck out there...Ensign Fred Bary.



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[Taskforce 141| Recruitment]

[Major_Mayhem]

Good day ladies and gentlemen and especially Mr Davids with whom I was in battle for several times now and counting.

I am Brig Myers, commander of the Geb-Class carrier '€œIntrepid'€. On behalf of myself and my crew I am about to make you an offer, which will be very hard to refuse. However, it seems prudent to first lay out how we (me and my Crew, that is) came to the offer we are about to present:

In times like this, where even a Captain of a cutting-edge ship with a very highly skilled Crew, must not only fight for survival in these harsh and unforgiving region of space but also for its access to intelligence, raw data and assessments, the principle of a independently operating carrier is put to a merciless test.

And, ladies and gentlemen, by my and my officers estimation this principle has failed the test. Therefore, it is of of paramount importance, in order to both survive and serve a common goal, that we gain access to all intelligence available to the order, while preserving at least large parts of our independence.

This '€œone stone for two birds'€-approach negates our currently greatest weakness and not only preserves our grates strengths, but amplifies it by a hopefully better integration of the Intrepid within Order forces into the flexible command structure of task force 141.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we are indeed talking about the integration of a whole carrier with a battle-hardened Crew into task force 141.

We realize that none of the recruitment-procedures of task force 141 accommodate for such exceptions, but we believe that overcoming the initial hurdles, will be beneficial to both task force 141 and the Order and will ensure the survival of my crew.

I wish to stress, however, that both the ship and her crew are to be regarded as one single unit. Under no circumstances will I or my crew accept interference into our internal procedures.

Last but not least I wish to apologize for not using your standard form, but as you see, this bears very little use to the case we have presented. If it is a concern I can provide you with additional information about my personal background and those of my most senior officers, namely my executive officer Tokugawa Ieyasu and my chief intelligence officer Franz Weber.

Yours faithfully
Brig Myers

[141 High Command]

Greetings, Myers.

The 141| Command has received your message to us. And you are right your application is rather unusual.
But we are all living in unusual times.

After some discussion within our command, we have decided to accept you and your crew in our ranks.
You will start with the rank of Special Operative, this means you will still be able to command the Intrepid and
its crew. However, apart from that you do not have any authority over other agents within the taskforce for
now until you have proven to be worthy.

Besides, we want to remind you that the Intrepid is a valuable asset that should be used wisely. Sometimes
fighters are better suited for skirmishes. So make sure, there is a fighter of your choice ready at any time.

We hope that you will accept our terms on this.

141 Command out.

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[Taskforce 141| Recruitment]

[Major_Mayhem]

Dear ladies and gentlemen

I am very disappointed that you chose to stay behind a mask of anonymity and did not appoint a spokesperson to me in that matter, which would have made things a lot easier for you and for me. However, this does not necessary change my and my crew opinion towards you and certainly not the overall motivation to join Task Force 141.

I do understand the reason behind the conditions you set up, albeit in an quite interesting feat of symmetry I will have to disappoint you. As you well understand with my 55 years of age I no longer wish go into battle in a way that largely relies on my reaction time.

Anticipating your request I have spoken to one of my Pilots, a very eager and quite talented young man by the name of Jorg Walther. In lieu of myself he will be carrying out fighter assignments. But that is as close as I can get to your request.

yours faithfully
B. Myers