Well, I'm stuck in the launch queue till Basia here de-busts my starboard centrerow thrust gimble. It's thirty bolts and three hundred odd connectors to take that unit off, so I've got... maybe two minutes if she isn't on the ball.
Alright, let's see who you are. I'm a flight instructor not a coffee filter for neophytes...
'Tonian immigrant mom and pop - always with the mom and pop stories with these teenagers. Still, it's worth knowing. Immigrants get it tough. Tend to be wiser around the edges, less of that wet behind the ears prejudice to sand off. Working-class surname - good. Probably knows what he's getting in for. If he gets assigned to Gruen that'll be two Unioners named Eric with different sets of spellings. He's got a techfinger background - astrospace engineer. Uncertain if he's Union-grade, worse, or if he's got a few unsuspecting tricks. Unioners like Basia - frickin' Basia, love to flaunt their own expertise with a few spliced wires and the guts of a refrigerator when it comes to crunch. Having mechanical engineering experience by itself will cut down the amount of time we'll have to spend sending him to the reeducation academy. Doesn't seem like he's got an obvious way with words, but that doesn't mean he's running on a few alleles short chromosome, a few brain cells short of a battery, either. It'd be the second Eric passing into the outfit lately, too. The alliteration made him snappy. The kid looked like good material - he'd been smart enough to find a neuralnet directory for the Unioner intranet that hadn't turned out to be a Federal Police sting, after all. That made him seminally favourable.
Heck, the kid was laconic, knew how it stood, and seemed more honest - and probably brighter - than most. The Siren had a flight service apprenticeship coming up.
"Hey - Basia - there's this precocious newkid with a storybook name, ja...?"
Eric Edler has been accepted into the Alster Unioners on trial period.
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