' Wrote:Channel to Ouray Base Opened.....
Transmission Origination - Ouray Base, Jagger's Bar...
COMM ID: R420, Xenos Liscence Confirmed.
Greetings. I am Rand. I fly Car 'a Carn. I am enclosing a link to more detailed info for your perusal. I offer my 'Foraging' Skills as well as my ire towards Liberty. I have been working for a local Xenos arms dealer aquiring the harder to get gear. I offer the access to my network, and its fruits, however, for security resaons, my network will need to remain anonymous. I will act as liason. Also as a well trained fighter and bomber mechaninc, I would offer my services in the bays too. Before I ever flew my first time, I learned the craft of fixin 'em. I've learned a thing or two since the invasions with the Nomads and such. Their technology is a bit strange, but given proper facilities I believe I can make them interact with our ships combat interface. I'd love to get a chance to try. If nothing else, send me for an interview in the 'roids and test my skills. If I'm worth keepin, keep me, if not, I'll still be around, as I live here too. But we'll keep our distances, no?
David wrinkled his nose slightly as he began to read over the application, stamped with a red "NOP" and sent down from the top. He reckoned he owed someone up there money as they kept sending him the hard cases.
Giving his swivel chair a slight push that sent it in a lazy spin he pondered on how best to deal with, and respond to, the curious application.
Howdy there Mr. Rand. You're pretty well known here abouts indeed. A mighty curious member o' our little organization to say the least. Between your Sugarland origins to your mighty odd cavorting about with outsiders there's some around the Ouray bar as mutter about you being about a pig hairs' breadth from being a daggon Rogue afor being a member of the people's strong arm.
That being said, our little corner of the flightdeck is where they stick the odduns too see if they stick; as such we've got a possee together that most of the old timers consider to be the up and coming black sheep pack of the Xenos. So here's what. I'll give you the same chance I offered to my prior shiv magnet, Sam the Junker, that being a chance to prove yer not as much as an oddball as they'd suggest by slapping on some training wheels to fly under my good gaze. Largly 'cause in spite of yer oddities I'm a huge fan of results and you generally seem to get them.
We'll clear a locker out for you in our readyroom. Don't let me down.
David ripped the reply from his typewriter and sent it hurtling to its eventual destination via the tube sitting aside his desk. This was going to be a tough one. With a small shrug he turned his monitoring radio back to full volume and resumed his pre-brief writeup for the 1800 cap.
