Proponent fired out from several angles on the ship, as Larion plotted a course back out of the field. The voice of their defence force irritated him with their prattle about his immediate conduct, but none the less, their caution spoke to the man. His thrusters fired up, taking him back out to meet with the after mentioned squadron.
Caution warranted him to bring power from his engines to his systems, as his eyes drifted over the squadrons armaments. He spotted the barrels of ballistic weapons, and noticed the tubes that undoubtedly fired missiles.
He kept his shields to full, but all of his hard points deactivated, and stowed.
He listened to the slight stuttering voice of what he assumed was the deck officer, telling him this and that about how they couldn't do this, but could do that. When he heard that he could be put on as an escort, he shrugged, even though only Nivera would witness it. He'd likely be payed less than whom ever became the freighter, but if it payed enough, he'd be fine. After all, he didn't really expect himself to haul cargo. He had some space, sure, but this was some heavy duty operations.
Then came the part about how his documentation was required. Weapons, Pilots, the whole nine yards. He'd almost broad casted asking them if they wanted a his medical records for his latest colon inspection, but thought better of it. Come to think of it, he never had one...
Back to the matter at hand Larion, back to the matter at hand.
He brought the Viper into formation, and began compiling the data package to be sent to the Wastelander. Most of his licenses weren't affiliated with governments, but instead corporations. After all, he didn't like the feel of some government big wig trying to pressure him into a job, or lose a license out of it. Not like it'd actually happen, yet...
His Pilot's license was issued by some backwater corporation, 'Interstellar Logistics' which based itself somewhere on Tera. It certified him as capable of flying light, heavy fighters, light and heavy corvettes, and for some reason, small scale hauler craft. He sent that off into the data packet.
His weapon's license was issued by yet another corporation, 'S.C.T.', or 'Space Combat Technologies'. It contained a long, long list of different weapons he was certified to buy and equip, including their various classes and ratings. Unfortunately, this document would also give away anything he had currently equipped...
The twin gumball tracking assist multi cannons, which was the crafts main weapon, which served to hammer away at hostile craft with high caliber rounds fired at the rate of a hundred twenty rounds per minute, which was two rounds per second. Their main drawback was their magazine of ninety, which required constant reloads during sustained fire, but anything the size of Larion's Corvette that didn't have full shields would be missing quite a bit of itself if Larion managed to empty a full magazine into them.
Then there was the twin gimbals tracking assist thermic pulse lasers, or, "G.T.A.T.P". These was Larion's choice of weapon when taking on an opponent with shields, and were a good backup weapon when his main weapons were reloading. While they were poor against armor, requiring repeated shots in order to melt through, they excelled against shields of many types, using both their energy force, and their heat, fired in pulses, to shatter and disperse hostile defense shields.
Then there was the multitude of listed turrets, two of which were placed at the rear hatch, too small to be of any threat to any ship. Likely, they were used to defend against anyone trying to breach the hatch.
There were four others, two on the top, two on the bottom, all of them being beam lasers. Unlike the pulse weapons, these were designed to overwhelm shields, and overheat systems, while obviously as well burning through armor. Even when their hard points weren't deployed, visibly, their main guns poked out menacing from the side.
And the list still continued on! It registered equipment as well... First there was the duel Chaff launchers, mounted at the prostier at the ship. Their purpose was to expel literal hordes of incredibly tiny computers set to broadcast masses of information, and to overheat themselves to the point of melting. Essentially, they served as tracking interference, as each computer demanded the attention of any targeting computer trying to lock onto the main ship.
Then the shield cell, which served as a precharged battery to instantly recharge the Viper's shields in a case of emergency.
There was also a small list of items, which were simply labeled 'pending installation', and further investigation revealed that they had been purchased not to long ago, and were awaiting for the ship to dock at a specific location to be installed. It ranged from additional weapons, to mundane equipment like cargo scanners.
He put that into the data packet as well.
Then came references... Oh boy, where to start. He swiped away his more illegitimate deals he's made. While technically they were legal for his bounty office, he didn't think associating himself with criminals was going to be worth while here.
So he put in the jobs that had been on the more favorable side of the law.
These included space bounty hunting missions, which consisted of hunting down a criminal target in space, and either securing them, or eliminating them. There was quite a number of these, and most appeared to be completed within a week of being assigned, save one case that appeared to take a month.
Then there were missions that ranged from personal protection, to apprehending, which varied from space, to ground missions. Most of these were marked as completed, though two of them seemed to remain ominously marked as 'Ongoing', and while one of the targets marked to be taken alive wasn't revealed, the other was marked as an ecoterriost charged with the bombing of a shopping district, and various, unrelated murders. The contract specifically stated he was to be returned to authorities post humorlessly.
All of these contracts were assigned by various bounty offices scattered across space.
He sent that into the data packet as well.
When it came time to state his Alligences, he blanked. He didn't really have citizenship anywhere... He didn't care to register himself as one, even though he was sure he was technically valid to apply in several areas. He chewed his lip, and simply typed in 'Undeclared.'
Which also meant he had no letters of Marque, and therefore he left that blank, and sent the data packet.