*smoke clears, a man with a wide brimmed hat wearing a buckled leather jacket staring at a console turns to the camera and steps forward while puffing an old pipe*
Well Greetings...Overlords! Captain Antares here,
I must say I am intrigued. I was not expecting such words to fall upon my mortal ears. That being said, I've always fancied myself a 'jack of all trades', and I've had many types of occupations around Sirius. I feel like I've done many of the things most dream of, and am just as surprised as others that I'm still breathing to talk about it. If there's a tough job you need done, I'd like to think I can pull it off. Therefore I feel like I'd get to the next level in my quest for satisfaction, by taking up this janitorial job, and for none other than the overlords of Sirius at that! I humbly submit my application.
*he moves forward and hits a switch on the console*
Q1 - What brings you to request being in a potential Janitor position of our almighty temple. We will work you hard. What have you done to deserve sitting at the janitors console, and hold the almighty mop of cleaning?
Well personally I'm already accustomed to working like a dog. And I usually pass off a lot of the work to my less than well paid crew. Luckily for me they're only smart enough to operate my ship and have low standards. I've pulled through a lot of close calls. I have a lot of experience all throughout Sirius, doing 'odd jobs' for people, or myself. I've achieved all my goals and I believe the work I've put into my career and my ship have kept me afloat. I plan on keeping myself in the skies regardless...save for some divine intervention of course. You want precision, skill, cunning, and even*gulps*obedience, there are few I'd rather give mine to.
Q2 - What makes you a superior janitor to everyone else?
Well my experience of course. I've become pretty good with making do with what us mere mortals have at our disposal. Despite that life's gotten a bit harder and harder for an old pirate like me, I've stuck it out. I know my crew, and my old rusk bucket Argo can take just about any beating you put to us. In fact that's what we're best at!
Q3 - Do you expect to gain anything besides being able to wield "THE HOLY WINDEX"?
It would be bold of me to say I expect more, but bold is where I live. Of course I would relish any chance to gain the invaluable experience that comes with even setting eyes upon the home of the immortals. And if I may be so bold, to gain the trust of the ancient ones, would be something I would feel blessed to achieve.
*coughs, take a puff from his corn cobb pipe*
Q4 - What responsibilities do you believe you'll have in the position. (Hint: Scaring away geese is 'not' one of these responsibilities)
Well I love the tough jobs. I am prepared to work to the bone cleaning offices, arranging files, changing garbage cans, sweeping and mopping, scraping gum off the underside of desks, even fixing the odd bit of office equipment. I've done a decent job modifying my old Pelican, as I'm pretty handy with a screwdriver and flashlight. I also have plenty of experience brewing coffee, I have a machine on my own bridge to keep the drones *coughs, looks around* I mean, my crew awake and aware on our long voyages. Of course, I am prepared to serve in any facet the overlords deem necessary. Give me a purpose, and I shall fulfill it!
Q5 - Out of the pool of Mortals - Is there anyone else you think would be a more experienced janitor than you?
Hardly! I started as Zoner in the Taus. After working with some miners, I thought I saw it all. When the ore lost its sparkle, I moved on as a Freelancer. I was wayward, but as time went on I even tried to be a Privateer. Eventually I found the Junkers, and they became like a 2nd family to me. They taught me some neat things and I learned a few tricks, that I employed myself as a pirate, mercenary, and now special 'general mayhem' operative for hire. I've flown everything I can think of, started in a fighter, and I've stood on the bridges of some of the largest battleships in Sirius...But nothing compares to the thrill of making a name for yourself, which I know is possible even in a tiny beat up old Pelican. It may not be piracy, espionage or bounty hunting, but if this job is dangerous, then its up my alley and count me in!
I suppose I should avoid getting shot out of the skies long enough to hear back eh? I best throw on a fresh pot!