Mandalorian Mercenaries Recruitment Centre

[Merc]

Transmission; Start
Identification: Jill Izekawa
Location: Barrier Gate Station, Coronado
Encryption: Medium

Evening, Mandalorians. I've heard that you're quite the group of tough guys, and probably one of the best outfit o' Mercenaries Sirius have to offer, if not -the- best.

Anyway, chit chat aside, ain't here for the sweet talking. Name's Jill Izekawa, Mercenary, Freelancer, Survivalist, whatever You wanna' call me, I advice to call me Jill. I've been seekin' You people for a reason, You know. I've recently lost my ship, good ol' rusty Eagle, she was a mighty fine ship I tell You. But not only that, since I'm without my ship, as a Mercenary, 'course I'm without a job as well. I'm on the edge of existence, once again. That's enough for my reason, there's other factors, but these are a minority if I'm honest.

So, You people wanna' know my story, huh ? That's fine, I suppose. Ain't much to tell, but here You go. Apart from most people, I've been born without rights or anythin' along those lines. Mom's been a slave, Kusarian descent If you've been wondering about my name, after I was born 'course I was to follow in my mother's footsteps. Since I was old 'nuff to work, I worked. Mostly on that huge Slave liner they've been makin' their business with. I've been doin' everything, really. Ever since I was able to stand I was drilled around, been on my own my whole life. There's no friends when you're a slave. Mom's been shipped to some other Slavers when I was a teenager, 'twas the last time I've seen here.

They sold me, too. Shipped me to Leeds when I was 19, a grown but broken young woman. And well, I took my chances and ran once they left me outta' sight, they weren't the smartest at this moment, and didn't even notice the slightest. Not sure how much I was worth back then, but I'm sure not enough to make them come after me, but that's just fine if You ask me.

Since I was on my own, again, I've been doing everything to make a living, really. Some activities were more ... comfortable than others, some not. I've met a few shady people along my way as well, made business I earned a bit more than just for a living with. I forked them over their savings when I had the chance, idiots never would've thought about me stealing from them. I got myself quite a bit of Credits, got myself a ship and went off from there. Freelancing, shooting things for money, small jobs here and there was what I was doing since then, nothing significant. Fame is earned elsewhere, I guess.

Now I'm grounded, still a woman, 32 years old and on this trashcan some call a safe haven, without credits, without my ship, startin' from zero.

But that's enough about that, I'm not a talker You know. Anyway, I can fly, I can shoot straight and well, and I'm not too much of an annoying little brat, so I think You can bear with me. Get me set up and outfitted with a ship, and I'll pay You back plus interest. I think that's agreeable, aye ? I'll be hearing from You.

Over n' out.

Ending Transmission
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