Bet mine is too late
Sent on Sun 14th . . . I did do a matching resume on Monster.
Anyway, here's my letter:
Dear Commander Davenport or, if he has been captured/devoured in the recent deadly strikes, to whom it may concern,
One of my colleagues at the Alpha Sparta Star Base (employed at one of your subsidiaries) informed me of an opening in your academy. I desperately hope my application is not too late!
I am definitely prepared to accept any challenges that lie ahead as a member of the esteemed Athena Astronautics team. I spent the best years of my youth as a Galactic Girl Scout. I earned merit badges by displaying skills ranging from properly preparing freeze-dried Haligonger to mining Weckenger fuel crystals by hand. As important as these basic skills are, I also learned powerful values that directly coincide with the Drake Equation. I'm sure I don't need to inform you of the what it means to take the Ophelia Oath . . . I did the ceremony as a member of Gold Star Explorer Class (I'm only one of four in my generation to achieve this highest level). I do not like to brag but these times of crisis have shown me that a sense of urgency is now necessary.
In high school, I completed an Interstellar training module that established my ability to withstand the demanding rigors of space travel. In addition, my Space Economics class was taught by a leading figure in the free-trade movement, Dr. Mary Clausewitz. As a mentor, she taught me that being tough is not sufficient in today's environment . . . we must also show compassion for the peace-loving species in the universe. For those that harm humanity, no mercy is the only course of action. I know my marksmanship rating of 9.99 in the Bambamanna rifle competitions does not mean much in relation to facing real combat . . . but my skills have remained sharp with regular range training. Also my dexterity is shown in my anti-gravity mark of 4.7 (which has not been matched in the past five years that the Coalition has been officially tabulating results).
According to my medical records, my neural gel assessment has continually rated a perfect seven . . . without any stimulants! This was one of the reasons why I was accepted to join the elite Space Exploration Corp at the Mood Academy. There, I majored in Astrosociobiology, in fact, my thesis on the quark effect in the spontaneous generation of life forms is scheduled to be published in the journal "Beyond Natural." This stimulated a job offer from Advanced Science which promises to be lucrative but would ground me forever.
My studies have gone well . . . I posted straight As in almost all of my studies (the B in Quantum Physics was still the high in my class) until my mother's untimely illness brought me back down to Earth. I could sit around cursing Zeus for her unlikely Plazmite radiation poisoning . . . but the Metroid threat is now being felt even on Earth. Her recent passing has freed me from my worldly commitments. While my readmission to Moon has been accepted, I'd like to by-pass completion of those studies now and get started on my career. I truly miss the Moon and want to go much, much further.
I will ZAP my credentials, certifications, medical history, and vid testimonials--if necessary. I know I am attempting to jump more than a year in the average course of qualification but I feel my time is now and we all have to rise to the threats against our civilization.
Temporarily, I hope, I am earthbound with the following coordinates:
Thank you for the consideration.
May the wisdom of Athena be with you and shall Lillith help to smote the dark beasts in your path.
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