A Grimy Bar on Planet Leeds

[Darkard]

Down a dark side street off from a quiet road in a bad part of town is a bar.
You, as a punk and a lowlife know this place well. It the hideout of whats left of the Bretonian Buccaneers.
As you approach the front door you feel the gaze of hidden eyes... watching and waiting. You steadly your nerves and enter.

Inside is busy and loud, a stark contrast from deppressing street outside. Men brawl and drink in equal measure here and you almost miss your target in the crowd. The Recuiter.

The recuiter for the Buccaneers sits in a corner, alone. Although not quite. In the throng of men stand bodyguards and thugs watching your everymove.

You walk over and sit down opposite the Recuiter...


// This is the new Buccaneer recuitment thread. Anyone looking to join needs to post here and tell us your story and what makes you so damm special.
Rules are the same as the old Buc Thread. Dont bring to the Buc what you aint willing to loose. Your first post is your only post, after that we control your characters destiny.We alse reserve the right to KILL your character should he/she displease us enough.

Good luck...

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[Cihtog]

As he sat down across the table from the recruiter Erik could see he didn't really want to be here and instantly knew that this was going to make things alot harder.

"Erik Handler...And I'm guessing you'r the recruiter for the Bret..." before Erik had a chance to finish his sentence the recruiter hushed him.

"Keep your damn voice down kid..." he continued " I know this place is a dive but you just don't know who's lurkin' these days... And yes I'm the recruiter. Now would you care to explain yourself before i have you removed?" he then motioned towards a rather large gentleman standing within a group a few feet away...

Sitting forward intently with his elbows on the table Erik knew he had to sell himself here or, well, who knows what these guys would do to him. Taking a second to collect himself Erik gathered his thoughts and began to explain.

"Uh well I'm hella young at 20 but I've got plenty experience... From working mechanics on freighters and transport for 3 years I spent 2 years tradin' around Liberty and bretonia then, the past year and a half or so I've spent freelancing for any business I could find really, Bounty's, mining, escorting you name it"

Pleased with his short explanation Erik sits back in his chair and then sighs...

"I suppose all I have to bring to the buccaneers is myself... And my ship of course haha"

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[Primitive]

A strange man in priest robe walks into bar, wearing small round sunglasses to hide his eyes. Everyone starts starring at him like he is some kind of lunatic, he doesn't mind...he got used to it. He slowly walks towards the bar , slides his sunglasses down on his nose and gives a look to barman.

"Give me a glass full of whiskey, no ice" He says in calmed voice. eye piercing everyone around.

" Right away..." Barman responds to a strange man.

He takes his whiskey, turns around and proceeds to the recruiter sitting in the corner. He silently puts his glass on the table and sits, taking his sunglasses down revealing look in his eyes, look of a lunatic.

Recruiter understands what the guy came for, just starring at him thinking of ways he might murder him if he doesn't have what it takes to be one of the buccaneers.

Man puts his hand in his robes, making bodyguard stare at his every move, then takes out an envelop. His voice is deep and his throat sounds like he's drinking heavily for last years. Name is Church....Bill Church. In my circles people call me Priest....best disguise you can have around..when you do what I do.

He opens an envelop, takes out a few pictures and slide them on the table towards the recruiter. Pictures contain schematics of sophisticated "homemade" explosives.

"Before you say anything....let me tell you what I do, or what I have done..." Bill tells to recruiter.
" You see I'm a man of explosive, I just love blowing stuff up and well you can't always blow up stuff on ground...it makes a life harder when there is so much lawful forces on surface. But I know my way don't worry, I've been doing this over last 10 years. Maybe you heard of my work...bombing of BPA Newgate prison, I was payed to make them a big bang...to some shady group, wanting to save their man. I don't ask questions, if you pay enough I check you out and do my job. I even heard infamous Henry Morgan escaped from Newgate that day when my magic worked." *Bill grins for a second*

" I heard good old buccaneers are looking for men, here I am, with Bactrian full of whiskey and explosives...everything else is your call"

Bill takes out a cigarette, lights it and starts sipping whiskey while waiting for recruiter to speak up.

[n1kodemus]

After having a seat Jacob Wyatt glanced around himself with care.
Everyone was staring at him, thus making him rather nervous.
Whilst trying to ignore the pressure, he looked at the recruiter sitting in the corner.
The low lighting and shadows render the recruiter unrecognizable.

"This's where the recruitment happens, eh?" He mumbled nervously.
"Aye, that be correct." Said a deep voice from the shadows.
"You better start singin' yer attainments lad, I ain't got all day for yer sorry buttocks and I need to know if ye be worthy enough for the Bucs." It continued.

Jacob build up all his courage and tried say something clever in an attempt to impress the recruiter, but he was interrupted by him when trying to speak up.

"Before you start bein' all impassioned n' all, think twice." The recruiter snorted.
"We ain't your average wimps you find. If you don't qualify, we'll just shoot you right here and now." He continued.

Jacob sighed deeply of relief.

"Good, because wimps are not something I approve of either." He grinned.
"So, me attainments? Everything else except women! No matter how I try I never learn how to handle 'em properly, if you know what I mean." Jacob continued.

The recruiter guffaw, stands up and slaps hands with Jacob.
"That's more like it, lad. Now get out from here before drawing any attention. We'll be in touch."

After Jacob leaves the bar alarmingly anxious, the recruiter has a short chat with one of his bodyguards.
"The bar for membership seems to have dropped. A lot." Said the bodyguard.
"We can't afford to be picky you ignorant arsehole. That lad had guts, and it's all that counts in the end." The recruiter replied.
"You can learn any skill in a matter of time, but not character, no matter how you try." He continued.

[Dwarf]

As he sat down, he raised his head and glared at the man opposite. As he shifted his sight, he noticed a hooded man with two fellows with their faces covered, staring at him. He felt uncomfortable by this but turned his attention to main focus.

"I heard your the Buccaneers bloke who recruits the new ones" He said. Suddenly, the figure spoke so quickly, it seemed he had to even heard what he said.

"And who might you be Mr..."

"Henry Davis" He said in reply.

"Well then, Mr.Davis, care to explain to me why I should have my boys here rip your head off..."

Henry, adjusted his seating and took at quick swig of his drink he brought with him before answering.

"Oh, well, you see, I'm a guy... who knows what you need, I'm a guy... who knows what you want... and I'm a guy who knows how to get it."

"I doubt that, what makes you different from all the rest of the crap that sits on that chair?"

Henry begins smiles under his hat and looks at the three men who are still, staring at him.

"Well, I know my place in things. You just tell me what to do and its done. No questions asked. Its also done right. Ya see? I also have my own bloody hunk of junk and my own piracy history. I'm no new comer mate. I can assure you. I know my ways around a good robbery. You can be sure of that."

The recruiter laughed aloud and waved his hand gently in the air above his head. As he did this, the bar tender, brought him the same drink has he had already drunk and walked away, carefully and minding of surroundings.

"Your attitude, always had this way of thinking, boyo?" He said slowly.

"Attitude? Ha!"

The recruiter gave a smile, and a nod to Henry and he took this as an indication to leave. He gave a last swill of his drink placed it on the table rather quickly and walked out.

The recruiter turned to one of his men and gestured him to get closer.

"That chap... follow him, I want to know where he calls home, he will be getting a reply from me, in time. Oh yes."

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[Dawnrider]

Just like to point out that the current Buccaneers are a little busy, and all requests will be answwered asap.

I also note that iKone had already been accepted via skype and his post was merely confirmation, and as such should not be used as a template for future applications by other members.

Buc| David O'Brien

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[Darkard]

// I am back from vacation. Going though these now.

As he sat down across the table from the recruiter Erik could see he didn't really want to be here and instantly knew that this was going to make things alot harder.

"Erik Handler...And I'm guessing you'r the recruiter for the Bret..." before Erik had a chance to finish his sentence the recruiter hushed him.

"Keep your damn voice down kid..." he continued " I know this place is a dive but you just don't know who's lurkin' these days... And yes I'm the recruiter. Now would you care to explain yourself before i have you removed?" he then motioned towards a rather large gentleman standing within a group a few feet away...

Sitting forward intently with his elbows on the table Erik knew he had to sell himself here or, well, who knows what these guys would do to him. Taking a second to collect himself Erik gathered his thoughts and began to explain.

"Uh well I'm hella young at 20 but I've got plenty experience... From working mechanics on freighters and transport for 3 years I spent 2 years tradin' around Liberty and bretonia then, the past year and a half or so I've spent freelancing for any business I could find really, Bounty's, mining, escorting you name it"

Pleased with his short explanation Erik sits back in his chair and then sighs...

"I suppose all I have to bring to the buccaneers is myself... And my ship of course haha"

The Recuiter stared at Erik, and as he looked back into his unwavering gaze he could almost see the gears turning in the Recuiters head. After an almost unbarably long pause the recuiter spoke.

"You got the skills we need kid, the rest I suppose you can pickup as you go."

The recuiter slid a piece of ragged paper across the table at Erik.

"This here is a list of places, men and the ships they can get for you. You get yourself a light fighter or a freighter and nothing else, got that?"

Erik Noded "But, what about my own ship?"

"If it aint one of the ships on this list you keep it grounded. Your a prospect and untill you can prove your worthy of flying anything better you dont get anything better. Now get out of here, I have other people waiting."

// Welcome to the Buccaneers Cihtog. PM me your Skype and pick your ship from the List for Prospects below.

A strange man in priest robe walks into bar, wearing small round sunglasses to hide his eyes. Everyone starts starring at him like he is some kind of lunatic, he doesn't mind...he got used to it. He slowly walks towards the bar , slides his sunglasses down on his nose and gives a look to barman.

"Give me a glass full of whiskey, no ice" He says in calmed voice. eye piercing everyone around.

" Right away..." Barman responds to a strange man.

He takes his whiskey, turns around and proceeds to the recruiter sitting in the corner. He silently puts his glass on the table and sits, taking his sunglasses down revealing look in his eyes, look of a lunatic.

Recruiter understands what the guy came for, just starring at him thinking of ways he might murder him if he doesn't have what it takes to be one of the buccaneers.

Man puts his hand in his robes, making bodyguard stare at his every move, then takes out an envelop. His voice is deep and his throat sounds like he's drinking heavily for last years. Name is Church....Bill Church. In my circles people call me Priest....best disguise you can have around..when you do what I do.

He opens an envelop, takes out a few pictures and slide them on the table towards the recruiter. Pictures contain schematics of sophisticated "homemade" explosives.

"Before you say anything....let me tell you what I do, or what I have done..." Bill tells to recruiter.
" You see I'm a man of explosive, I just love blowing stuff up and well you can't always blow up stuff on ground...it makes a life harder when there is so much lawful forces on surface. But I know my way don't worry, I've been doing this over last 10 years. Maybe you heard of my work...bombing of BPA Newgate prison, I was payed to make them a big bang...to some shady group, wanting to save their man. I don't ask questions, if you pay enough I check you out and do my job. I even heard infamous Henry Morgan escaped from Newgate that day when my magic worked." *Bill grins for a second*

" I heard good old buccaneers are looking for men, here I am, with Bactrian full of whiskey and explosives...everything else is your call"

Bill takes out a cigarette, lights it and starts sipping whiskey while waiting for recruiter to speak up.

The Recuiter nodded slowly to himself as Bill told his tale. He looked down at the schematics as he spoke to him.

"Well, you do have a talent here Mr Church" The Rectuiter folded up the documents before sliding them back towards Bill. "One that we could have a use for... Again"

The Recuiter paused for a moment.

"Go here" he slides his own crumpled note over Bill. "Meet with the other pilots and they can show you around. Welcome to the Buccaneers, Prospect"

// Again, PM me your Skype. You can keep the Bactrian.

Prospect
Series CX "Scimitar" Border Worlds Light Fighter
CTE -4000 "Griffin" Civilian Light Fighter
Z-6150 "Bactrian" Pirate Freighter
Series YX "Dromedary" Border Worlds Freighter
B-27-E "Clydesdale" Bretonia Freighter

Buccaneer and above
CTE-3000 "Falcon" Civilian Heavy Fighter
BYC "Marauder" Heavy Borderworld Fighter
Series QX "Switchblade" Border Worlds Heavy Fighter
"Moldy Crow" Heavy Fighter
CTE HF "Kingfisher" Class Civilian Heavy Fighter
IR-7 "Raven's Talon" Very Heavy Fighter
CTE -6000 "Eagle" Civilian Very Heavy Fighter
Series Z "Sabre" Border Worlds Very Heavy Fighter
KS-1093 "Mafic" Civilian SHF
CTE-19000 "Roc" Civilian Bomber
WAR-4b "Waran" Border Worlds Bomber
Firefly Transport
Pirate Train
Series "DL" Border Worlds Transport

Lieutenant and above, or with Captain's approval
B-40-E "Percheron" Bretonia Transport
Pirate Transport

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[Darkard]

As he sat down, he raised his head and glared at the man opposite. As he shifted his sight, he noticed a hooded man with two fellows with their faces covered, staring at him. He felt uncomfortable by this but turned his attention to main focus.

"I heard your the Buccaneers bloke who recruits the new ones" He said. Suddenly, the figure spoke so quickly, it seemed he had to even heard what he said.

"And who might you be Mr..."

"Henry Davis" He said in reply.

"Well then, Mr.Davis, care to explain to me why I should have my boys here rip your head off..."

Henry, adjusted his seating and took at quick swig of his drink he brought with him before answering.

"Oh, well, you see, I'm a guy... who knows what you need, I'm a guy... who knows what you want... and I'm a guy who knows how to get it."

"I doubt that, what makes you different from all the rest of the crap that sits on that chair?"

Henry begins smiles under his hat and looks at the three men who are still, staring at him.

"Well, I know my place in things. You just tell me what to do and its done. No questions asked. Its also done right. Ya see? I also have my own bloody hunk of junk and my own piracy history. I'm no new comer mate. I can assure you. I know my ways around a good robbery. You can be sure of that."

The recruiter laughed aloud and waved his hand gently in the air above his head. As he did this, the bar tender, brought him the same drink has he had already drunk and walked away, carefully and minding of surroundings.

"Your attitude, always had this way of thinking, boyo?" He said slowly.

"Attitude? Ha!"

The recruiter gave a smile, and a nod to Henry and he took this as an indication to leave. He gave a last swill of his drink placed it on the table rather quickly and walked out.

The recruiter turned to one of his men and gestured him to get closer.

"That chap... follow him, I want to know where he calls home, he will be getting a reply from me, in time. Oh yes."

A few days later the Leeds news station reported an attempted murder of a man in broad daylight.
Although the man was not identified eye witnesses reported that he escaped unharmed.
As a matter of fact they were only warning shots, although the Recuiters bodyguard still boasted that he shot to kill.

// The huge BPA Signature you have there makes me think there could be a confict of interests here. Or that this is a horrible attempt at planting a spy. Im affaid that this is going to have to be a No.

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[Dwarf]

// The huge BPA Signature you have there makes me think there could be a confict of interests here. Or that this is a horrible attempt at planting a spy. Im affaid that this is going to have to be a No.

//Sorry buddy, I must protest. Just because i'm involved in a lawful faction, doesn't mean I can't be in a unlawful one. You don't see members restricted to one side of the fence. I know, some of the old Bucc members, like Wolfs Ghost for example, was a major BAF| Member. This is a silly reason to decline an applicant merely because of their involvement in a group that is your enermy.

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[Darkard]

// I think its a perfectly valid reason.
I dont know you at all, I dont know what sort of person you are or if you are liable to use knowledge from one char to infuence what your other does.
It would be a major pain in the behind to find that a BPA fighter has cut off our escape route that we use often despite them not being aware of it or followed us to it.
Without knowing you I cant make that judgment.

What I can see however is your profile which lists 3 caracters on there that are directly hostile to us.

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