RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
OOC: I'm literally IC for hire for just about anybody.
Tatooine
After a brief stint with Merrill and the ORC he'd gone back off the grid. Today found the former FOSB agent off in the depths of Mos Eisley. He was knee deep in scum and half a glass of ale in. Clad in black trousers, a black jacket and sporting an overgrown beard; compete with gun-belt and old heavy blaster.
He'd put his name in the drop boxes and up on the bulletin, advertising his services as Pilot for hire. He wanted to get back in the action, needed to get back in the action. Didn't really care what crew it was or for whom. Long as it paid.
"Bartender, hear any jobs for pilots abouts?" He asked cocking his head.
The Nikto gave him a once over.
"Depends, how good are ya lad."
Zok grinned, booze buzzing in his veins.
"Depends, how deep is supposed parties pocket book? Maintainin' a fighter ain't cheap."
Tatooine
After a brief stint with Merrill and the ORC he'd gone back off the grid. Today found the former FOSB agent off in the depths of Mos Eisley. He was knee deep in scum and half a glass of ale in. Clad in black trousers, a black jacket and sporting an overgrown beard; compete with gun-belt and old heavy blaster.
He'd put his name in the drop boxes and up on the bulletin, advertising his services as Pilot for hire. He wanted to get back in the action, needed to get back in the action. Didn't really care what crew it was or for whom. Long as it paid.
"Bartender, hear any jobs for pilots abouts?" He asked cocking his head.
The Nikto gave him a once over.
"Depends, how good are ya lad."
Zok grinned, booze buzzing in his veins.
"Depends, how deep is supposed parties pocket book? Maintainin' a fighter ain't cheap."