The Union of Gold Recruitment Centre

[Ion]

You walk in to a small remote office on Trafalgar station, The air is musty, and you see a short slightly balding man sitting behind a desk.

He looks up as you walk in and he pushes his glasses up so he can look at you.

"You want to fight for a good cause then? None of this navy nonsense i assure you. We are the real strength of this part of sirius." he smirks. "The navy could never have held off a force like the corsairs for this long."

"Well I suppose you want to know what your getting yourself into hmm?"

He hands you a datapad:


The Union Of Gold


Name : The Union Of Gold
Tag : .:UOG:.
NPC tag and ID : Mollys
Home System : Londonderry

Ever since the Founders day revolt of 752 AS, The Mollys have fought a war on 3 fronts. Caught like a rat between the Bretonian Military, the Corsairs and their Gaian allies. As successful as the guerrilla tactics were against the Bretonian Navy, the corsairs were a different breed of enemy, and could often avoid or turn these tactics against the Mollys. A meeting was held between the Mollys and their closest allies; The Outcasts, Rogues, and The Red Hessians. after many days of deliberation, a pact was signed, The Union of Gold. The Outcasts and Hessians were to supply the Mollys ships, materials, weapons, supplies, and even several capital ships in exchange for large amounts of the precious metal. The Molly Leader responsible for signing this agreement, Dr. Patrick O'Carrol, a noted researcher and weapons developer, was killed a few weeks later by a corsair raid. In his memory, many of the UOG vessels have been given scientific names.

With these expanded resources the Mollys were able to construct large scale system defenses for the dublin system. This enabled them to start building small attack groups which would allow the mollys to actively move to engage the corsairs and Gaians, to help their Outcast and Hessian brethren.

The Union of Gold grew, the gold that it promised bringing in fresh new faces and talented pilots.

but the ideals of the UOG will always remain the same:

For Gold, For Freedom!


Incentive:

New Recruits will receive 10 million starting credits to get set up with a brand new Werewolf or Sabre fighter.



Allowed Ships :

Any Molly, Outcast, Rogue or Hessian Vessels.


Diplomacy:


[color=#009900]Allies:
N
Rogues
Outcasts
Mollys
Hessians

Friendly:(assist against unfriendly/hostile)
Phalanx
Nova PG
GoR
101st
Bushido
Impaler
SoH
Blood Dragons
Golden C

Neutral:
AW
IND
PA
Phantom
Helghast
HF
~V~
RNF
JC/JM
JG
RoS
Zoners
Freelancers


Unfriendly:
GalEx
Bs
SSO
RM
SA
KNF
BSG
IMG
F.E.A.R
Inquisition
Bounty Hunters
House Militaries
House Corporations
GMG
Hogosha
Farmers Alliance

Hostile:
TBH
OPG
Benitez
SCRA
Corsairs
Gaians
Coalition
Nomads


We are happy to help you get set up, just message myself in game or on the forums, or post here!:)

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[uspatriotsf]

As the strange man reads the datapad a very noticeable smile spreads across his face. All his fantasies of shooting Bretonian and Corsair flagged ships into oblivion finally show some glimmer of becoming reality. So tired had he grown of pirating lone transports in a solitary mission of survival. He finally fealt a resemblance of some social purpose, something he could do beyond himself. He looked up from the pad:

"My name is Liam O'Hara, and I want to fight for gold. I want to fight for freedom."

OOC: Need a criminal group that is on when I am, and you guys always are. Plus, you guys have some great RP and I would love to be a part of it.

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<span style="color:#FF0000"><strike>RETIRED</strike></span>
ON MY WAY OUT OF RETIREMENT

DO NOT CLICK HERE

[Lord_Asmadeus]

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[P*Funk]

"Declan McIntosh" he replies, as the man hurriedly writes it out. "I've been in Bretonia all my life." More hurried writing. "I've seen stories about the 'UOG plague' in all the news nets and while everyone yells for their downfall , inside I always think 'aye lads, keep it up'."

OOC: I'm much like Merc in this. I want to have an illegal sided character and you guys are both frequently on and display excellent RP.

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Out of hibernation. Gauging the winds.

[Ion]

The man fidgets behind the desk.

"All right, I have sent your application through to my superiors, they should be contacting you shortly with instructions."

"Yes, there, I'm sure you'll love it."

He chuckles to himself.

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[superstylin]

hey puck, leader of uog. im interested in joining ur clan in pirating for gold as i have seen you have alot of members online at a time and always seem to have good group fun.

thanks

[sawtyss]

*doors to the Recruitment Centre swing open and a 20 year old man enters the room... His face is pale, from long flights through open space, and eyes impatiently look around the room catching the figure of Syperstylin*

-Recruit Shear! You have been approved! You will join Z squadron for now!
After you`ve proved yourself worthy you may be given a more interesting task!
Follow me to the equipment room to get your ship ready!

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[Ion]

The door opens to a bloodstained office.

"looks like the corsairs found our office" says an older looking man with a rebreather mask and a well ironed uniform.

the young man steps up, "well maybe its time to re-open sir".

"yes" says the older man wearily, "it is time"

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[Ion]

"hmm, this office is a bit dusty"

he sweeps out the cobwebs, and polishes the sign on the door.

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[Zapp]

A tall, lean man enters the office. He has a scar from his ear to his chin, brown hair and brown eyes. He's about 5' 10", and carries himself as if he might burst in any direction at once.

He approaches the desk, and reviews the datapad.

"Name?" the man behind the desk inquires.

"Scott McKenzy," he replies. "I'm interested in joining."

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