Name - James Rustler
Age - 26
Birthplace - Planet Denver
Gender - M
Height - 6'2"
Weight - 201 lbs
Relatives - Mom
Previous Fields of Work - Private security, farmer, terrorist
Experience - Marginally skilled fighter pilot, duct tape repairman
Timezone - EST GMT-5
SKYP-3 Communication Details - aflyingbiskit
Basically, my judge ordered m' to apply t' tha Navy in orda' to curtail my sentence. I reckon' it's better ta' do that then rot in a jailcell fer' bein' a Xeno. I already done sent ya' the little questionnaire, n' you can grab my biography from my criminal record. But basically, it's just gonna' say that I worked on a big tobacca' farm on Denver, n' the bossman replaced us all with robutts. So we rustled up the boys, stole the plantation's Rhina', n hauled off ta' Ouray! A few misguided attempts later, n' I'm stuck on Sugarland, waitin' fer trial. I got gave two options: join'a Penal Wing, or spend 30 years in the hoosecow. Ya'll can tell which one I picked.
Ehn, I reckon' ya'll would want what kinda' qualifications I've got that would suit the Navy. I don't really know if I'd be too hot in a snub or nothin', but I'm a damn good maintenanceman! I can fix just about anythin', n' maybe that's be useful near the front? Y'know, near it, not at it, but slightly behind? Where it's safe, without bullets n' stuff.
I hear the Navy's got some of them new spaceborne maintenance freighters based offa' the Rhino... I reckon' I could work with one a' those, since I've got experience flyin' one. Since we're gettin' ready to invade 'n all, I'd think ya'll would need all the help you could get.