.:j:. Junker Congress Admissions

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ID: Kara Thrace - Recipient: Junker Congress
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Subject: Membership Junker Congress
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Greetings Members of the Junker Congress, I hereby want to request my own membership to the Junker Congress. I'm a lonely hard working Junker active as Salvager, Cargo Hauler and trader of special goods for my contacts that have enough money to balance out the risks.

Lately I have been active in Liberty, Bertonia and the Edge- and Border-worlds under CodeName Edwiersma wich I recently dropped and started using my real name again. I was raised at Curacao (Cortez System). After I got my own civilian starship I was aloud to be escort of my fathers Orbital Spa and Cruise Liner running between Curacao and Luxury Liner Shetland. 1 day a group of Xenos attacked us in Cortez and destroyed my fathers Liner. I with another escort could barely get away.

I went to Colorado to seek out revenge on the Xenos once more I got beaten up by Xenos but unexpectedly got rescued by a Junker patrol from Rochester Base. They towed me to Rochester Base and there I started repairs on my ship by gathering scrap from the debris field. During this period I learned about the Junker philosophy and started as cargo-runner.

By doing bigger and further missions I was able to get better ships, at the end I ended up in Bertonia salvaging when the long trade routes requests started coming in. I traded my small salvaged for a bigger trade-runner and started trading from Bertonia to the Edge- and Border-worlds saving money for a real Salvager.

From time to time I got in contact to members of the Junkers Congress and started feeling the need to be part of the Junker Congress (I was still using CodeName: Edwiersma). I feel the need to help spreading the Junker philosophy throughout Sirius. I also already requested acces to Junkers Congress private Hub.

Here is my card:

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Name-ID: Kara.Thrace (Formerly known as Edwiersma).

IFF-ID: Junker

Faction-ID: Junker

Ship: Pirate Train

Thanks for reading, Kara Out.
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[Comrade]

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Howdy yall, the names Lewis, captain of the "Chuckwagon" Salvager vessel. i hail from beautiful beaumont base in Texas. my previous lines of work (under the ship name "Glorious Comrade" include gold haulin from dublin, Fixing bounty hunter scum and xeno pirates, and more frequently, artifact haulin from puerto rico. as long as the moneys good, ill haul it. and as always: No questions asked. Thank you kindly for your time gentlemen, I look forward to your reply,

happy trails folks
Lewis, out.

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ID. Junker
Sender: Redline
To: Junkers Congress Leaders


Good day to all. I hereby want to request my own membership to the Junker Congress.

Being a hard working independent Junker can get taxing and boring at times. No back up against pirates, no protection from bounties placed on our heads due to the actions of some other lone Junker and no respect from the house factions.

I was born in Liberty. My father was a Liberty Navy pilot. To make a long story short when I was but a little boy he was executed for treason by Liberty due to him disobeying an order to fire on a Junker Pirate Transport carrying medical supplies. The Junker ship was shot down regardless by the rest of the squadron because of it`s outlawed status never mind that is was carrying medical supplies. As you can imagine my mother fell on very hard times after this. One day she received a letter from the family of the man who was killed piloting the Junker ship to thank her for what my father tried to do and ask her and myself to come and stay with them on the Junker base in Puerto Rico. The rest is history.

I currently have 2 ships. Redline a Pirate transporter and Redline_2 a Class Firefly ship. You will find me supplying Puerto Rico and Rochester base on a regular basis. In honor of my father you will sometimes see my flying my Pirate Transport through Liberty in protest.

As I do not have a sponsor at the moment, I was hoping if one of you might take the time to perhaps teach me what is required of a proper Junker.

I believe fully in what your group stands for. Junkers need to be respected and the only way to gain that is to earn it.

Regards

Redline

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[neimaddamien]

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ID. Junker
From: neimaD
To: Junkers Congress Leadership

Hello and good day dear leaders, i write without a sponsor to your council justified only with enthusiasm and a history of gratitude to the Junkers Faction.

A hard past we had, my family. Born in the slums of the New York system, me mother eked a living in the sordid factories of Texas while supporting our family of 3 children.

Life was hard, but we were close, my siblings and us all until then. The Hogoshas came. My father was a anti-hogosha operative, we seldom saw him. Mother shared little about what he did, but we knew it was dangerous, and the less we knew, the better for us.

Everything changed as i returned home to see my family killed in cold blood, and a letter left behind with the words:

"The sins of the father, the children pay"

Homeless and without a kin to support me, i starved. Until the kindness of a aged retired Junker came along and i was offered temporary shelter, refuge, food and more importantly, a CSV with a flight manual and some instructions on trade routes in Liberty space. There was compassion amidst hardships in his life, this i learnt. My benefactor died peacefully in age, left this world with me alone again, but my gratitude lives on. With a side mission to seek if my real father is still alive and more importantly, to contribute to the cause of my benefactor, i hereby write and request to be shown the ways of a Junker initiate. Let me earn it if you be willing.

Signing off,

neimaD



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The sound of low-quality transmission feedback coloured the sound-scape for a moment, before a voice - low but gentle - broke the somewhat calming feedback noise. "Greetings, Junker Congress officials and leaders." The speaker was male, and sounded slightly weathered, as if coming from a middle-aged being. He continued, "My name is Salem Jansen, a long-standing Independent Junker of coloured past. There is much to my story, but I will be brief as I can." The voice - Salem Jansen - paused for a moment, as he gathered his thoughts. "My thirty-year joruney through Sirius has brought me around nearly every political and economic face the houses and their branches have to offer. I started as an independent freelancer - from the house of Bretonia - looking for jobs. Back then, Sirius was rather peaceful as compared to now, so jobs were scarce. I survived on wits and - dare I say - sheer dumb luck. I had to learn the ways of combat and survival quickly, or face being rendered into subatomic particles."

He pauses again, to clear his throat, and continue. "Eventually, some spotted my inherent talent for not dying, and started sending advertisement for the various factions they sponsored. I followed these messages like a hound on the scent of game. Most of them lead to dead ends and swift disbandment from the factions they were sent from, but not without gaining knowledge from them. I learned politics, diverse combat tactics, and most importantly, faction trade values from most of these romps into the factionalized world."

The speaker pauses once more. The soft feedback takes command of the audio transmission for a few seconds, before the slight sound of movement interrupts, and Salem speaks once more. "After a short time, I figured out that the trade values I learned could be put to work for me as an independent trader. It worked out quite well for me, and I had made enough money to settle most comfortably in a Firefly before war came about, and blockades were set. I was stumped on just how I would manage to continue making money." He pauses once more, to think.

"That's when I heard about the Junkers. I looked about the faction, and quickly joined the ranks and an independent, knowing my skills would find good use among them. After some time, I became quite versed in Junker standards and procedures. It was.. ..Acceptable - but I wanted something more. More solid about my life, something I can really hold on to. So far, my life has been nothing but samples from places I did not relate to." He sighs, sounding a bit unhappy.

"I heard about the Congress, and saw a chance to get at that. I have read your prerequisites, and know I can follow all of them to the letter. My current space ships are as follows: Thonnen White, a Bull Dog interceptor, and the Yukon Wyvern, a Firefly class hauler. Both are ready to be used for your - and hopefully our - gain and prosperity."



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Hopeful regards to the Junkers Congress;

Salem Jansen


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Secure audio stream Tx @.:j:. Junker Congress Admissions Inbox:

My name is Argon Sightstead, my memory of recent events are far from cognizant however it would seem I popped out of cryogenics in the wrong part of Sirius.

After a long journey of escape and danger I found myself with a need to secure my foothold financially to make a dent in the commerce for the impending wars of the nations.

I expect my work to change the tide of trade lanes will fly far with .:j:.

Now I sit in contemplation docked at New Berlin awaiting a decision of what fate holds.

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[Optimus-Prime]

.:j:. - Junker Congress - .:j:.

[color=#FFCC66]Salutations;

I address you now. Yes, you -- the Junker who wants to be more than another rodent scurrying about the wastes for his next meal and another day's oxygen for his CSV. Do you wish to be more? Do you crave dignity? Do you wish a better life for yourself, your family, for the Junkers next to you and abroad?

Then join us.

Join the Congress, and earn a better life for us all.

If you believe you are able to contribute to a brighter future for the Congress and all Junkers, submit your application here.
What will be expected of you:

Secrecy
- In becoming an operative for us, you will learn much about many different organizations. It is expected of you to keep such matters secret. It is expected of you to keep your knowledge of such matters secret. In our knowledge is our strength. In our apparent ignorance, we gain more knowledge. Keep silent and keep learning.
Subtlety
- We operate in places where we are subject to the laws of certain houses. We are allowed to operate in these places because we perform a vital service. While we may allegedly play host to parties and trade in commodities that they may frown upon, we do not advertise this. We can not afford to be painted as criminals. As long as we perform vital services and act as contributing members of society, while keeping any possible deals with the underworld off the radar, we will continue to be allowed to operate.
Discretion
- We maintain the appearance of a salvage operation. You, as a result, should be constantly seen by the locals when hauling salvage, and invisible when acting in the true nature of our organization. Remember, the weaker we appear, the greater the advantage we possess when the time comes to toss any pretenses aside.
Loyalty
- We look out for one another. You may have friends outside our organization, but your loyalty is to Junkers and the Congress first and foremost. We are your true friends, and your true family.
We are open for admissions with the following requirements:

You must find a current member to sponsor you.
- We take the best and brightest in our little enclosed society. We trust our members to find suitable representatives to carry our marker.
You must post here with vital information pertaining to yourself.
- We don't want to hear your height or weight. Simply a few lines about your house of origin, useful background information and any specialized skills you may possess.
You Must gain final approval by Mr Hawk or mr Junktown.
- This entails a waiting period as we are both busy men. Your patience will be rewarded well. We take only the best, and we ensure that we get it.

This is your call forward, the first step on the path toward a new age for our society.

Come forth and seize your destiny.

Come forth and join us.

[color=#FFFF66]Power -- Profitability -- Security -- Freedom

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[Isaac.Shaw]

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//A Rheinish face appears, a face that has not seen much sleep//

''Okay, focus here. Ah, this device works. Ahem. To the mighty Junker Congress, this is Hans Oberlander of New Berlin. I was once with the Bundschuh, but left those little student rebels after I figured out there was nothing more I could learn from them, and their goal would not be attained in my lifetime. I have quietly flown around Kreuzberg for a year or two, and recently completed a delivery of Rheinish tanks to the Bretonians. Gotta help kick them Kusari eh? I digress. My work has left me connected with several interesting groups, including the Gallic royal Navy and the Outcasts. I also know my wy around the omicrons, but prefer the Taus by the Barrier passage.

Im looking to join your esteemed congress so that the Junkers and I can mutually benefit. I know my around, am well versed in politics by virtue of my background, and know when to buy meddling pirates their little millions when it wont affect my profit margin that much. Now, this connection should *garblegarblegarble*//

Vitals:

Hans_Oberlander
EU; GMT+1
Wants to join Congress
Already have registration pending on congress website

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~ For a few seconds, the message appears to be only a grainy cloud as shapes can be seen moving back and forth through the haze. Eventually however the signal sharpens, and a man's face appears. Wearing a leather cap and oil stained clothing, he begins to speak with a noticeable Dublin accent. ~

"Guess'n th' encoder fin'ly decided to do its job. Apologies 'bout that delay mates. Hold a moment, boostin' th' feed."

The man seems to reach behind the camera for a moment, before suddenly moving his hand. The sound of something slapping metal is heard, and the remaining static on the camera dissipates immediately. After readjusting the lens, he begins to speak once more.

"Right, so. Down to business w' are. Me name's Kerr, Basil Kerr. I'm th' captain of a salvage crew workin' out these ways in Bretonia. I spoke via me comms t' a member o' the congress a few days ago, after I'd 'eard words about you folks. Needless t' say, I was intrigued abou' th' possibility o'joinin. Me crew are a hard workin' lot, who deserve to have a family tha' doesn't look on 'em as a bunch o' degenerates."

Kerr takes a moment to lean back in his chair, the joints at the base squeaking slightly from the motion. The camera begins to pick up more of the surroundings of the vessel now, clearly showing that the room that the captain is in seems to be a comfortably sized one. He rests his hands on the armrests on either side of him and continues.

"So let me answer the 'mediate questions y'have right away. As I said, me clan and I are a salvage crew, our salvager was built by, mainly, our own 'ands o'er the course of about five months and from refurbished parts an' equipment from all o'er Sirius. I s'pose tha' would make us a younger crew by all accounts, but as I said, we're hard workers jus' tryin' t' make a livin'. Same as anyone. We dabble in mining ore from time t' time, but only when the cut's fair fer' our labor. We never pirate, ne'er turn our guns to anyone, 'less they soddin' deserve it."

He nods as if to emphasize the point.

"Now, it's up to you. Me clan and I need a home, need people we can turn to in 'ard times. Men, women, and children call this ship home, and we all consider ourselves junkers in turn. We'd be honored t'join the congress, if you'd 'ave us. I'll leave our comms open to yer signal. Hope tha' we can fly along side you all. Awaitin' your reply, this is Basil Kerr, signin' off."

With a single motion, Kerr leans forward and his hand disappears behind the camera's lens. After a brief second, a click is heard, and the feed cuts out, static remaining for a moment before disappearing.

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Vitals:

In game name, ID/IFF: Dublin.Rose, Junker ID/IFF.
Vessel type: Salvager
USA; -8GMT
Seeking to join congress without a sponsor, will happily work with .:j:. members to establish a reputation.
Skype details available upon request.

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&quot;A man's worth is no greater than his intentions.&quot; - Marcus Aurelius