Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre

[Seth Karlo]

Sophie sighed as she walked along the barren roads. Her feet hurt, her back ached and her blaster grew heavier with each slow step.

But she kept walking.

Her eyes narrowed as she focused on object after object. Noting, registering, always watching. They called her the hawk. Fast, deadly, never caught off guard. Sometimes she enjoyed the fame, and at other times it disgusted her.

She was tired of Mercenary work, tired of making friends and then being forced to kill them. She was tired of having to stoop as low as some of the criminals she killed, sometimes sleeping in hallways in Freeports, waking in the middle of the night to fight off a drunken wannabee rapist. She was weary of the constant struggle to make ends meet, and she was fed up with having to dishonor herself again and again.

The straps of her bag cut into her shoulders as she walked along the road, and an elegant hand curled around the sunglasses that rested upon her face. 2 thin fingernails, lightly topped with dark red nailpaint slid along the stalk of the glasses, this simple act looking erotic and breathtaking for any onlookers. Her hips lightly jutted to the right, and she placed all her weight on her right heel as she rested for a moment.

In the distance stood the barracks of the Mandalorians.

It's roof glinted in the the bright sunlight, sending rays of hope and interest in all directions. Around it buzzed a hive of activity, and it was this that had caught Sophies eye.

Perhaps she could find a life of honor here... a life where she could work without fear of humilating herself. Perhaps she could find friends... a partner.

Sometimes she felt so alone.

A rustle in the brush distracted her, and her head shot round, her eyes picking out a man running towards her. He held his gun with a shaking hand, and croaked out his demand.

"Open the pack lady..."

She smirked, her mouth curving lightly at each edge. The deep rouge lipstick that decorated her lips pulled eyes away from her left hand, that was arcing towards her leg. The man made a gesture with his gun, indicating she should speed up. He took a step forwards.

It was the last step he took. Sophies hand flashed in the sunlight, a blade sliding out of a leg pouch. It glinted dangerously as it ripped through the air to meet the man's throat.

She sighed. Killing for killing's sake was something she needed to stop doing. She could have easily kicked the blaster out of the mans hand and incapacitated him, but it had been easier to kill... Such things should not happen.

She lightly tugged the blade out of the mans jugular, her raven black high heel resting against his chest as she pulled. After replacing the knife, she turned back to the dusty track ahead of her.

A new life awaited.

When she arrived, she placed a photo of herself in the box next to the ornate doors, with a little bit of information about herself.

Name: Sophie Kell
Age: 23
Occupation: None at the moment.
BirthPlace: Planet New London
Current residence: Outside your barracks
Current Ship: Sold it to get here.
Spouses: None
Parents: Dead.
Picture:
Thank you for applying!

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1- For how long have you been playing on Discovery?

Blimey, I dunno... I can't see from the Add Reply screen. Maybe a year and a bit? Ah! April... 2008?

2- What made you come play on Discovery?

Ooooh, how philisophical of you. Etaphreven brought me here from a PvP server, and I enjoyed it so much I stayed.

3- What other characters do you have on the Discovery server?

Too many. Do you really need a list?

4- What OOC reason do you have for joining the MM?

I've always enjoyed the idea of a Mercenary (2nd character) But I did it badly the first time I tried to play a Merc. The MM looks fun, and I can earn money aswell, which is always nice.

Oh, and Dieter told me to:)

-Seth

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