Re: Sign Here....
Einar's expression did not change, just the same heavy brow and tired looking narrow eyes surrounded by "crows feet".
"Look, kid, this isn't the fuckin' Navy" Einar replied, not in an angry way, but in a no-nonsense tone. "I was born on a freighter and I've never so much as paid rent on a planet. I've been crewing starships, bucking salvage, and and generally working my ass off longer than you've been alive. You name it, I've done it." he began.
"My last stint had me hot bunking for the better part of nine months, drinking the same recycled piss water, breathing air out of worn out scrubbers and pulling straight twelves, no days off, for the bulk of that run. We did not so much as look at a station." he took a sip of some of bottles water the dealer had provided.
"So if you're looking for pressed uniforms and collar brass, you're in the wrong place." He leaned forward in his seat "You crew up with us, you work, cargo, repairs, salvage, whatever pays decent that we can accept with a straight face." He gestured to Horace "As the XO said, you'd likely be under him, running numbers, making sure people get paid, restock, recruitment, job hunting, permitting, keeping the bureaucrats and the docking authorities off our asses. That's what we got.
He took another deep breath. "You got that picture with ya?"