as written by DerKrieger85
Merle Gordon made his way through the star-port, heavy duffel bag over his shoulder and a holo-pad in hand. His eyes flicked between the way ahead of him and the information on the handheld electronic device. Finally, some pay! Some ship, the Vorikos Arrow, was looking for crew to take part in what was highly implied to be dangerous and dubiously legal activities. The exact sort of thing Merle was experienced in. The burly mustachioed human took note of the location of the starship stated on his holo-pad and placed the device back in his pocket.
He always had a knack for making things go "boom" and getting in and out of tricky situations, whether it be opening up a tricky safe or managing to get out of trouble for blowing up an ammo dump. Well, Merle would have been completely hosed after blowing up said ammo dump if he wasn't so good with explosives and if a NCO wasn't willing to cover for him. Even then, it drastically shortened his military career. But hey, at least private contractor and pirate (if one would be so blunt) work paid better than the government. Plus no one could bitch at Merle for causing things to blow up. Hard for pirates to get legal counsel, after all.
Merle came up to the hangar holding the Vorikos Arrow. The mercenary took a moment to admire the ship. He did have a great interest in spaceships and aviation, ever since he hung out near the spaceport back home and watched the shuttles take off for the freighters in orbit. It looked to be a customized model, as far as he could tell. Most privateer ships were to some degree. Definitely made for speed. Good. Merle didn't like hanging around once the first explosions were over.
The mercenary adjusted the olive drab knit cap on his head before walking on to the young lady at the desk, dropping off a messy folder of resumes and pertinent information on her desk. It was more than a bit sloppy but it had everything you could want to know about Merle Gordon's pertinent skills. "I heard you were looking for crew? Name's Merle Gordon. I'm here to handle the explosions, breaking doors open, that sort of thing. Maybe even take a hand at flying that ship if you really need the help. Crazy plans are my specialty!" he said proudly, hanging the heavy duffel bag full of gear and supplies over his shoulder as he spoke.
Merle Gordon made his way through the star-port, heavy duffel bag over his shoulder and a holo-pad in hand. His eyes flicked between the way ahead of him and the information on the handheld electronic device. Finally, some pay! Some ship, the Vorikos Arrow, was looking for crew to take part in what was highly implied to be dangerous and dubiously legal activities. The exact sort of thing Merle was experienced in. The burly mustachioed human took note of the location of the starship stated on his holo-pad and placed the device back in his pocket.
He always had a knack for making things go "boom" and getting in and out of tricky situations, whether it be opening up a tricky safe or managing to get out of trouble for blowing up an ammo dump. Well, Merle would have been completely hosed after blowing up said ammo dump if he wasn't so good with explosives and if a NCO wasn't willing to cover for him. Even then, it drastically shortened his military career. But hey, at least private contractor and pirate (if one would be so blunt) work paid better than the government. Plus no one could bitch at Merle for causing things to blow up. Hard for pirates to get legal counsel, after all.
Merle came up to the hangar holding the Vorikos Arrow. The mercenary took a moment to admire the ship. He did have a great interest in spaceships and aviation, ever since he hung out near the spaceport back home and watched the shuttles take off for the freighters in orbit. It looked to be a customized model, as far as he could tell. Most privateer ships were to some degree. Definitely made for speed. Good. Merle didn't like hanging around once the first explosions were over.
The mercenary adjusted the olive drab knit cap on his head before walking on to the young lady at the desk, dropping off a messy folder of resumes and pertinent information on her desk. It was more than a bit sloppy but it had everything you could want to know about Merle Gordon's pertinent skills. "I heard you were looking for crew? Name's Merle Gordon. I'm here to handle the explosions, breaking doors open, that sort of thing. Maybe even take a hand at flying that ship if you really need the help. Crazy plans are my specialty!" he said proudly, hanging the heavy duffel bag full of gear and supplies over his shoulder as he spoke.