Solu Vode looked at the flyer, he had ripped down from the message board in the bar at Freeport 9.
"Hmm!! The Mad Mandy's are recruiting..." he thought to himself.
"I might as well apply. It beats waiting for the next liner passing through this godforsaken system."
He walked up to the VidLink booth, sat down, and punched in the contact code listed on the flyer.
A moment later, a blurry image appeared on the battered viewscreen : "Consul Blane's office, how may the Mandalorian Mercenaries assist you today ?"