Two men walk in to the recruiting office, one wears a Bowex jacket that look much more recent than either of their haircuts. Only slight differences between the two make the jacket the most distinguishing feature between them. They pause, awkwardly give each other a quick hug. The one in the Bowex jacket quietly says "Be safe but give them hell what ever you need you know I have the credits to help you even if they won't", as he starts to walk near the door, reconsiders and sits by a seat near the door instead. The recruiters are intrigued by the slight Zoners accent over the clearly Liberty language and tone, making expressions of surprise tinged with disgust to each other. The other walks up running his finger through his hair as if to smooth the hair and his nerves.
" G'day, I know I'm not from these parts proper, but what's left of the family moved here and we're starting a new life here in Bretonia. Since my cousin's joined up with Bowex now, I figured I'd come apply with you lot. I never was that good at cargo hauling but I can shoot pretty good. I can tell you the history of our family if you care or I can just sign up and I guess you'll pick it up soon enough. I've my own ship, a 'Raven' we bought new out of Java station a few months back. Or I can fly any crate you inflict on me. There paperwork I need to do or what?" The young man looked near exhausted as if that was the most he'd said in months.
A small stack of papers passed over toward him. "Figures..." he mumbles as he wanders over to start filling out forms.
