A man walks into the Mandolore's office, taking a look around. Although the plain architecture is rather bland, the man is wise enough to know that the resources for building materials are being used somewhere more useful. Where you allocate your resources is a good measure of your intelligence, and more importantly, your ability to survive.
He walks forward and gives a slight bow to the Consul.
"Sir, I wish to enter your ranks. My name's Jack Halbert. I'm a freelancer who has traveled the sector and seen what I have wanted to see for the last ten years. I've shot my way out of pirate bars, traded laser volleys with smugglers, gazed at beautiful space scenes, and survived harsh planets. I owe my skills to an old LSF handbook I found on a fighter wreck, experience, and far too much luck for one person. Like I said, I'm done exploring and it's time to find a line of work that's not an escort job for Universal. I've done a few freelance jobs for the navy and I understand why you need to have a well trained and conditioned force to survive out here. I've been in too many scrapes because of my attempts at hot shoting my way through a situation, and you won't be seeing any of that anymore. So, if you want me on your team I have a banged up Eagle in the hangar ready to go."