Fresh meat walks into the office, mumbling; "Damn even these mercs know bureaucracy, sending you from one recruitment office to another, blegh" Hello, what do you want?
A job? And why do you think you should look here?
Because the only thing I can do is fly and fight in a damn spacecraft. Then what's your name?
I'm called Heinrich, sir. Why the mandalorians then, "Heinrich"
I heard you had good connections for jobs. That's good, what was your last name again?
Didn't tell it, and I prefer to keep that to myself sir.