[Old] Independent Miners Guild Needs You!

[Jazz]

He winced a little, though his smile never faded.

"Am I that obvious these days? We'll I suppose thats to be expected from lack of practice. What positions do you have open here. I believe I can be as useful to you as some space jockey looking for 'blues'."

After this he leaned forward and propped his hands on his knees, almost whispering.

"And I promise I'll be a good boy and follow all orders"

He winked again and leaned back, the handsome grin still on his lips. From the start he knew he had her figured out, strong, a good leader, and undoubtedly beautiful. The small number of pictures on her desk told him she could be no nosense, but the very fact they were there showed an emotional side. And the showey outfit and slight smirk gave her a slight air of... spunk? Mink was starting to really like this girl.

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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!