Liberty's finest

[Generation]

The door to the LPI recruitment office slide open and in steeped a timid looking man "Is this the Donut convention?" he asked, then after a moment "ok so its not, oh a test" he muttered snatching a blank sheet of the desk. Slinking over to a bench, placing the sheet on the table he spent the next several minutes hunched over it.

1. Do you like donuts?
Hmm donuts?..... never had a donut before sounds interesting..... Are they good?

2. Do you like coffee?
OH GOD!!! I live of coffee, I can;t get up in the morning with out my coffee. The best coffee is something called Turkish, apparently its from the old Earth times.

3. Do you like paperwork?
Can I burn it?

4. Do you have any flight experience?
Do high school science projects coun't? I built a hydrogen powered hang-glider.... that blew up.

5. What is the pay you expect to get from this?
Enough to install a fridge, espresso machine and microwave in my ship. Oh and to maintain my supply of pens, its amazing how quickly someone goes threw pens.

6. What hours do you expect/can you work?
Work..... oh right work. Well I can work when ever I can get my ship started. Mechanical equipment has a habit of breaking down around me.

7. Do you have any objections to strapping yourself to a flimsy, piece o' crap Patriot, with downgraded weaponry and upgraded ejection seats? Furthermore, do you have any objections to taking said crappy Patriot, enforcing the law o' Liberty, God, and Chuck Norris, to a mass of people that don't care one way or the other what you do?
Well I have no problem with the Patriot as long as the ejection seats work properly. I always thought that the law was the navy's area. But if I really have to I suppose I can, but I ain't going near anything bigger then a fighter. I ain't no where near stupid enough to go near a Cruiser.

8. Are you disgruntled?
Only when the Donuts, Booze, Candy and Pens run out. In that order.


Standing up the young man quickly pocketed the pen "can never have to many pens" he muttered before turning and heading up to the fat man. "Here's ya form thing" he muttered dropping it on the desk.

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