Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre

[JordanRudess]

An audio signal is picked up and decoded.

"Greetings. I call on behalf of my brother Walce and I. I'm Lance. We survive in the Sirius sector by preforming... odd jobs, for various politicians mostly. You shoulda seen the one, he told me..."

"Lance, shut it. What my brother is trying to say, is that your organization sounds perfect for a, erm, 'family' of our.. mindset. We were both born on the fourth freeport, and that's where we both got our first job..."

"Ey, speak for yourself. I was doing contracts before you could walk, kid.."

"Oh, really? Then why the shocked look when you finally stuck the guy with the..."

"It's 'cause he had a knife in his hand, you dolt. Now, just 'cause there two of us, doesn't mean we want twice the money or nothin'. We always hunt in the same ship."

"Yeah, it's true. Lance flies. I shoot. It gets a bit cramped sometimes. It's easy to tell when Lance doesn't shower.."

"When I don't shower? You're the one who had onions for breakfast today! You can contact us via this comm channel. I gotta go teach my dear, young brother a lesson.."

"Oh, try me. You're the on who's sitting down."

"I'm not going to be the one laying on the floor."

*Muffled thuds. Something beeps, and the signal dies*

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