All right, listen up! My name is Canderous Ordo. I wish to join your powerful organization. I am sure you are wondering where the hell I came from, so I will oblige.
I originated from planet Leeds. I never knew my parents, but that does not bother me. I had to learn to live on my own in the slums on that hellish planet. I never took formal classes, so don't go asking me to quote some dusty old books. When I was a wet-behind-the-ears teenager, I joined one of the mining operations, hauling the ore to Stokes Smelter. You might be wondering how I managed to get a job as a pilot. Well, when I was 15 I managed to break into an old Clydesdale freighter. I had to learn how to fly right quick on the spot, and with the help of the on board computer. Thankfully, the old scow did not have any anti-theft protection and I had found my new home-- space. After working as a freight hauler for a while, I felt that it really was not the life I had in mind. I started freelancing as a mercenary, hiring out my services to anyone with the creds to pay for them. Here I am now, 10 years later and ready for some new excitement. Don't you worry about my age, I am not turning into an old geezer any time soon, and my skills have not waned. I hope you consider me worthy enough to join up.
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