<br/><strong>Hector Skorzinni</strong><br/><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br/>Callison System<br/>Republic Remnant<br/>21 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>Hector hadn’t been on Galatea long when he got his first tap for an interview. He went in confident and cocky, like a typical mech pilot….and was shot down. Not enough experience they said. A month later he was contacted again and once again he went in ready and raring to go. Your training cant be verified, they said. 4 months and 5 interviews later and Hector wasn’t feeling the love. Background was shady, mech wasn’t up to specs, not a good fit for our unit ect… He had taken up sleeping in Long Tom as he couldn’t afford rent of storage and a room anymore. The thought of risking it all on an arena fight was becoming a more realistic option by the day.<br/><br/>He got the call that morning as he debated with a technician over the cost of getting Long Tom painted thinking that perhaps it would make a difference if he looked like a fresh ready to go mech rather than a battle weary veteran. Putting the negotiation on hold he went to change. It was a rush meeting and he didn’t have much time. Getting changed he grabbed his probe data for reference as to his abilities and hurried off.  He had not heard of The Black Sun Company but word was they had a good rep. The meeting had gone pretty much as all the others had and he was once again ready to be told thanks but no thanks when he was told they would give him a shot.<br/><br/>Now here he was. In a full on update meeting with the entirety of the Black Sun Campany. His company, he told himself. They were nothing like the crews he had run with before. Laid back but disciplined. Easy going but sharp, nothing like the pirate and low end crews he had known. Its why they were still going. Why they had come out of near disaster and climbed back into the game. The Commander ran a tight ship as did her seconds from what he had seen and he wondered if he would be a good fit around here after all. Still the deal was a good one and he couldn’t argue with finally getting to work. Their first job with him in rotation was a garrison contract. Hector liked it. Nothing smash and grab right out of the gate. It would give him time to know the others while getting back into the groove of things.<br/><br/>He looked over and gave the other new recruit a friendly nod and a wink. She was pretty as were many of the ladies of Black Sun including the commander. He smacked himself mentally. Cool your jets Hector you need a job not a romp in the hay. Still being social was a good thing and he kept a sly smile on his face most of the time. The commanders Chief however was another story. A hard nosed clanner with a no nonsense attitude was going to be a terror on Hector, he could tell already. Hopefully he could find some common ground though to put himself in the mans good graces.<br/><br/>Being new he didn’t want to show boat especially with nothing to back it up as of yet so he kept his mouth shut during the meeting but inside he was making all the cocky smart ass remarks he could about how these Rugulans didn’t know what they were in for. No doubt there would be a later meeting of the crews with more particulars but this was a start of contract meeting so everyone knew what was going on and Hector liked the energy he was getting from the group.<br/>