Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre

[Rudo]

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(A grinning face appears on the screen. The man has the traditional cocky demeanor of fighter pilots seen in Libertonian holovids. His teeth are too white. His haircut too immaculate. His jaw too square. Easy to hate if he just didn't have a certain goofiness about him.)

(He speaks. He seems chipper and earnest.)

I... really dunno what to tell you here. The name's MacQueen, Jarvis MacQueen. Captain, 78th Interceptor Quadron, Liberty Navy. Yeah, I was a Black Raider. Retired a few years back. I ain't here for some easy payout or revenge. I ain't some sob story. I just miss what I had, havin' a ship to take care of, seein' a formation on my wings. I'd re-enlist but that'd mess up the pension I'm collecting. And my ex-wives got their hooks in that pretty good. I want an income they can't touch.

I've heard about you guys. Heard about ya since my days in the fleet, when the squids would tell big stories before we'd hijack 'em, shave their heads and leave 'em in women's underwear for sittin' at the wrong table in the mess.

(He reminisces and chuckles to himself, before grinning again.)

So here I'm hoping this finds the right guy. I left the channel open. Talk to you soon, Mandalores.

(The feed ends.)

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