Gateway Comm System: OPEN
To: Mr. Buchanan
From: Jubal Aderholt
Subject: Look'n fer job
Deer Mr. Buchanan:
My name is Jubal Adderholt, an' tis here be'n application ter fly them dern transport ships you'uns got.
Well sir, tis like this. I use t' be a dern miner don't you know. Silver fr'm th'm fields next t' Peblo
Stat'n. Jis' like my ol' daddy used t' b', an' his daddy before h'm. Tot me ever thing 'bout flyin when I's jus a young'un. Engines, navigat'n, laser mining, shoot'n, th' whole werks.
One day, I b' settin up the laser an' b'fer you knows it, th' dadblame thing come on an' cuts off my dadblame ear. Ev'n cut off my dogs leg. I call 'm Gimpy now.
A man my age can't be hobblin' aroun' space by hisself don't you know. But I c'n till be of use. If a man's goin' t' keep a steady hand, he's got t' werk. An' a man's got t' keep werk'n if e's t' keep his belly full. I got m' eyesight too. I'm as good a shot an' navigat'r as you ever seed, an' me a-goin on seventy-two year.
On th' other side of th' story, I hain't got no teeth a'tall 'cept sum fakers I put 'n when t' women folk comes around.
One th'g you'uns got ter know's, I afraid of th'm Nomads. I aint fl'n no where n'r em. I seen a dead'n 'n a mus'um and it scared the beezers outa m'. I hear th'y have th'm tentacles and suck u'r brains clean out of ya. Tat's wh't I heard.
Well sir, tha's 'bout it. I saw you'uns a hiring transpert cap'ns on t' holo vid in Peblo Stat'n so he'rs my application. I'd lik't if you'uns could name m' ship "Skipsea". I k'nder 'ike tat name.
I herd you's a kind man Mr. Buchanan an' c'n he'p a man who's got a few g'd years left in 'em.
God bless ye an' I be await'n 'r response and all.
