[Old] Independent Miners Guild Needs You!

[Jazz]

Mink stepped off the BTW, looking over his shoulder and nodding to the girl in the pilot's cabin. She threw him a salute as the big ship took off, zooming into the distance. Mink was still as big as he used to be, just like his other two brothers. But there were obvious changes since the last time he had been here, his entire right arm, and most of the right side of his face were dimpled and gruesome from burnscars. And the fire in his eyes seemed dimmer, even if the smile on his lips wasnt. He stepped into the IMG recruitment office, wading through the line of hopeful recruits he got to an "Employees only" door on the other side of the room. He chuckled.

"Hope they didnt change the lock..."

With that he pulled out a small set of keycards, putting one into the slot and smiling as the indicator turned green. After going into the office section of the building he was instantly recognized by a very old janitor, the man beamed a smile and patted him on the shoulder.

'I knew you would come back, Mink. But you look like you went through hell while you were gone."

"Its good to see you too, Jethro, I plan to tell you all about where i've been over a cold brew, later though. I have a date with the recruiting officer."

He nods to Claud Foster's office.

"Suppose I'll speak with the guy in my old office first. Not sure what I intend to do though. God knows I wiont go back to trading"

The old janitor laughs and after a friendly hug, they part ways. He proceeds intot eh office, knocking on the doorframe as he enters.

"Hello, im Mink Whipperwill, I think you know my name, but doubt if you know me. Im here to reinlist. The quick way, as you can tell from the way I look, im not in the mood to stand in line."

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Some say that he is allergic to a fungus found only between the toes of Corsairs,
and that he is oblivious to 98% of Liberty Law. All we know is...
He's called the Busdriver!