The hiring data in the system was easily searchable and sortable, and Katie quickly was able to find several promising leads for ships that planned to depart in the next couple of days.<br/><br/>There was the<em>Lion Rampant</em>, a Free Trader under Captain Jess Morgan, looking for an Apprentice Steward at standard pay rates, and headed for Ruie, an independent high population world one jump from Regina.<br/><br/>There was the<em>Trygriff</em>, another Free Trader under Captain Henerii Verandi, also looking for an Apprentice Steward at standard rates.  It was headed for Hefry, a vacuum world that was mostly a Scout base and the supporting community.<br/><br/>The<em>Pride of Ondrath</em>, a Far Trader under Captain Rraaf (a Vargr?), looking for either an Apprentice Steward, or a Journeyman Steward, at standard rates.  Their target was Forboldn, an industrial world under development two parsecs from Regina.<br/><br/><em>Jonquill</em>was a Jump-2 500 tonner, a Light Freighter, captained by Trondo Rolsing, looking for an Apprentice Steward at standard rates, and bound for Extolay, a small but Earthlike world near Regina, home of a large naval base.<br/><br/>There were more, but these looked the most promising.<br/><br/>The woman at the terminal nearby was working on some sort of request for several crew members, almost like she was filling the full staff of a trader from the ground up.  All sorts of jobs seemed open.<br/><br/>The scruffy man grumbled when Katie looked at him.  "Whatchoo lookin' at, sister?  You don't seem much more tha' I be."  He gave her a dirty look (the stink eye, some would call it) and went back to his terminal, turning it a bit so that she couldn't see it.<br/><br/>Say, in the message section, one of the messages was red--most were blue, green, or yellow, showing lower levels of importance.  But the red one stuck out...