Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre

[Slaci]

- incoming comm. -
- unknown ship id -


Filthy space rats, is this sack of junk working? *clearing throat* Hail mandalorians, I am Slaci Hagftar speaking. Alive by the skin of my teeth. *choff, choff! klaargk spits* *mumbling, darn smoke got to find a space station to repair...mumble mumble*
You have to excuse me, my ship is in terrible condition, just hade a run in whit a few pirates which leads me to what I was saying; I am Slaci and I am herby applying to your way of life.
It is clear to me now, that I can not make it alone out here and you have always been a group worth of my respect.
Just like you I know the galaxy only makes sense when you force it too, but dont think im cold hearted thug, I believe there are things worthy fighting fore but it never hurts to make a profit while you at it.

*CHOFF* What that inside my lungs? uuggh. Guess its more that just the ship that needs repairs.
*static..zzzzzzzhhhzzzz*
Work damnit! *thunk thunk thunk* Yeah, like my wrench you basted of a ship!?

A brief description of me, warriors.
- I come from a family of four, I grew up on space ships and a assortment of stations and planets. My parents were traders, albeit traders whit a few turrets mounted on for good measure. I dont claim to be an expert in battle but im not one to back down from a fight, and i got the scars to prove it. And if I dont find a place to repair my ship soon, aswell a grave.

I hade a good youth, but it wasnt long before my parents thought space was to dangerous and decided to settle down. They have passed away in their sleep, bless them and it wasent many months before i was eyeing the old ship they left me and my younger sister. We decided to take to the skys. That was a year ago, I am now 21 standard years old and sadly alone for the first time in my life. The pirate attack claimed my sisters life mere minutes ago.
*In a low voice directed away from the microphone* how did we come to this, sis...

*clearin of throth, eehhm!*
Life is hard, space is harder and being in space alone will get me a seat in the afterlife.

I have honour, I am loyal and whiteout a future. Maybe you can mould me into something strong, something that can survive the harshness of space.
In return I will always be loyal to Mandalore.

Is that a..? YES! Haha, Im not going to die today. I've found a space station, ill try and dock and get repairs.
I hope you will accept me into the brotherhood, for my heart burns whit vengeance and I know if anywhere I can find purpose its whit you, otherwise I fear ill end up in flames in a suicidal battle against those who snuffed out my sisters life.

Slaci Hagftar out.

- comm. Signal ended -
*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..*

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