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[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"]
"Yep, just fill it out and you'll have your credits. And like you said, its contract work, you can pick and choose the jobs you want, but unlike the normal military, you don't get paid for just standing around looking pretty, you don't work any contracts, you don't get paid." Noah informed her as he took his gunbelt off and hung it on the desk. "Though, you will have to go through a two week evaluation and orientation period, though that is just to see if you can play well with others and to see if you have skills. Oh and a background check will also be in order."

 

[Peyton Steele]

Really, was she coming off that desperate for credits? Well, probably. And she was. But she wasn't here only for the money. As a mercenary, bounty hunter, gun for hire, femme fatale, whatever she wanted to be called, she figured she should actually put it to good use. And destroying a world, even with evacuation, was a pretty big thing to fight against. And if she could pick up contracts against the CIS and their interest? Sure, why not? "Never suspected I'd get paid for my looks. Never have before, don't plan to start now." She grinned.

Peyton was a worker, a fighter. She would earn her keep. "Missions during that time? Or is it more rules, regulations, and that sort of training?" Background check? She could only hope there weren't major flags pointing her in a specific direction. What she did mostly was to help people secure the galaxy. In their view of securing it properly, and paying her to do her task. Simple, not much for thinking, more for doing what she was told.

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] (AKA Miss Forgetful)
"Most of what you'll be doing will be fitness evals and combat evals, but if you prove yourself a capable soldier in the first week you'll be given a very quick orientation, maybe only a day or two, and then you'll be shipped off." Noah told her as he began typing. Noah didn't tell her, but MICO had ran her face as soon as she entered the starport, so Noah was currently looking at everything that MICO, one of the best intelligence gathering agencies in in the galaxy, had on her, and Noah had to admit he was impressed. Twenty-two years old, born and raised, left after he parents were killed by unknown assailants or at least unknown to MICO, she was a regular genius when it came to weapons and their mechanics, she was a excellent slicer and knew her way around vehicles, combine that with the fact that her body count was almost as high as Noah's when she was his age and you had a great soldier.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Those were things she could get through. She was mentally taking notes of what [member="Noah Corek"] was saying. Physical, combat, worknig in a team? If that last bit was on there she would surely struggle there. Peyton was an agent type mercenary, taking the jobs that got her paid, but she didn't always go in with a team. Probably why she was flying an aging Z-95. It just was all she needed. Time for an upgrade, for sure.

"That sounds fair to me. Need to make sure the people you're fielding are worth the money." She nodded. Now what was on her background check that she needed to worry on? Nothing, it was clean, well, sort of. She had a kill list, it wasn't something she enjoyed, but would when the funds were there, and it couldn't be avoided. Taking them alive was her way. "So, any fun new toys I'll be getting?" She grinned.

She was expecting a come as you are type deal, but who cares? Why not see what was there?

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"]
Noah rubbed his chin when Peyton asked if she would get any new toys. "Well as a Pyre merc, you will have access to some of the most advanced arms, armor, vehicles and ships in the galaxy. Also we could see about replacing that aging Z-95 Headhunter that you arrived in." Noah told her as he began to look through the nearest impound lots records. "I think I might have found a nice ship you can use. In the nearest impound lot we have two Beskad-class Patrol Ships we confiscated from a group of Mandalorian mercs after they refused to adhear to some simple rules. If you want, I can see about getting one of them taken out and give to you and write it off as a 'resource'." Noah informed her as he sent the specs for the ship over to the datapad she was holding.

 

[Peyton Steele]

New toys were always fun. How long had it been since she actually had a gifted holiday? Well, when she was fourteen her father gave her her first blaster. That was pretty special. And then again she later got the Z-95, but... really, it wasn't like she expected things. Still, free was always better, as was new. Anything new that could replace what she had that was really beyond repair, she would take. And he called her out on the Headhunter. "She's not that bad..." But yes, really, It could be replaced.

[member="Noah Corek"] was looking at the screen again. She nodded, and watched him. A new ship? Beskad? Mandalorian... that was a new product, if it was Mandal. "I've never owned one of those, I've only heard really good reviews. That does sound perfect, I can, of course, work it off." She smiled at him, running a hand up into her blonde hair. She scrolled through the specs, with a wider smile.

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"]
Noah smiled as he began to send a message to the impound lot officer who it turns out was a former Republic Commando who owed Noah a big favor for saving his ass when Noah was a commando. "Actually, its free, the guy who owns the impound lot is a a old friend who owes me a LOT of favors. So sign on that dotted line and you'll be the owner of a slightly used Beskad-class patrol ship." Noah told her as he sent the documents over to her datapad so she could sign. "Tell me, do you have any specialized areas of combat you excel in?"

 

[Peyton Steele]

Free was good. Peyton enjoyed free. Still, she was the type who would try to work it out. Looking over at [member="Noah Corek"], she nodded. “I ‘ppreciate it.” She smiled. And well, a ship made from Mandal? That was something to be proud to own. She’d have to take very good care to not get on the bad side of anyone in the galaxy, or come off as an actual Mando.

Skills? “I’m pretty good with blasters, any kind of ranged weapon. Daddy made sure of that, same with vehicles… And I’ve become a decent slicer as of late. So, probably more of a support role, someone to make sure the actual fighters get where they need to go.” She grinned. A few levels in rogue, a level or two in fighter, and more levels in rogue.

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"]
Decent slicer, great with weapons and vehicles. This combination brought Noah to one conclusion about what combat role she would most likely fit into besides support. "Well, with my departure from it, a posistion opened up in one of our scout/sniper companies, so with your knowledge of weapons, vehicles and tech, I'm pretty sure you'd fit in well, if not tell me what type of job you want and I'll try my best to accomadate you."

 

[Peyton Steele]

Wait, she was going to fill his spot? She looked at him, a bit perplexed. Still, a scout sniper team wouldn’t be bad. She could get in, and get out of places, probably without even putting armor on and merely having a dress and a gun. That wasn’t a bad idea, go in ahead of a team, and call out targets for the guns? Or, really, she’d be A-okay with pulling the triggers, all depended where her skills and assets were best.

And besides, if it was a military unit, being the support people for the snipers, and the actual scouts, she would love to be doing some information gathering, and making it so they didn’t even know she was there, doing what she was doing.

Chances are they’d know she was there. At least [member="Noah Corek"] might notice her.

“Would it be your unit? It sounds like a wonderful opportunity, but I’m not sure I’d be a replacement for you?” A bit uncertain there. She was used to flying solo.

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"]
Noah laughed when she asked if she was going to be a replacement for him. "No, you wouldn't be replacing me, I was the unit's commander, you'd just be replacing a soldier who was just transferred to, so do you think you'd like it?" Noah told her as he leaned himself back in the chair he was in and began shifting through the datapads documents.

 

[Peyton Steele]

See? Now this was the kind of thing she wish she was reading into the situation. Typically calm and analytical, this was a serious move for Peyton and she wanted to make sure it was done right. Why she didn’t figure [member="Noah Corek"] for the commandant and not just a soldier was beyond her. She could feel her cheeks redden.

She did not like to make someone think less of her.

“I think I’d like that kind of posting. How does the unit work, exactly? Parameters? What role would be my primary focus?” Simple things. But a girl needed to know what was expected of her.

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Noah silently chuckled when he saw that Peyton blushed, he had to admit, she was a bit cute when she blushed, but that was beyond the point. "Well, I guess since your profecient in weapons and vehicles, you can be the head mechanic/quartermaster, as well as info gathering and sorting through intel you catch through the enemy airwaves." Noah told her as he idly rubbed his eyes to get the slight amount of bleariness out of them.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Peyton didn’t like to show that much emotion. It bothered her. She was supposed to be the self-sufficient woman who could handle most anything. That was what she preferred, to be stone. Looking at him, he nodded. “Maybe we’ll start off apprenticing, and then move up to head.” She didn’t lack confidence, but it helped to see a little bit of the operations first. Her statement was followed with a wink, of course.

“But the info gathering, I can do that for sure. What sort of armor am I looking at, or should I provide my own?” Would help to not die.

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"]
"Well, a lot of people tend to bring their own armor, but the majority take the armor that is given. The Omega Advanced Combat Armor Mark I or just the OACA MK.I. Give me a sec and I'll upload the specs to your datapad." Noah told her as he swiped through the armory manifest and sent the specs to her, as well as the specs for a few weapons that the Protectorate also had in stock, just in case she wanted to update any of the weapons she already had.

 

[Peyton Steele]

It was probably that Peyton handled jobs where she didn’t need much armor. Just a bit of blaster resistance on a body glove. She also did handle a lot of jobs in her past that had her in evening dresses, but that was when she worked for Glitterstim. And how she was working for a fashion company, she never did understand. Really, Peyton felt a bit off, using this brand new position to update herself, but how else was she going to improve?

She could use her own weapons, but some actual armor would be nice. “I don’t mean to sound like I came unprepared, but it feels like I’ll need more armor than what I’ve come with, ship too.” She shrugged.

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
"Don't worry about sounding unprepared, I've meet guys who have come and joined us with nothing but the clothes on their backs and a blaster pistol on their hip." Noah informed her as he stood and got a measuring tape out of the desk that he had been sitting in. "Alright, I'm going to need you to stand for a minute, I need to get your measurements so we can make sure that your armor fits perfectly." Noah said as he unfurled the tape and motioned for Peyton to stand so they could get started with the measuring.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Well, at least she was better than some folk. It might help that she was what some folk thought of as pretty. For Peyton it didn’t matter, it was merely another tool to use. “I at least like to show up prepared. Certain missions, and light weight duty I could do right now, but… I’d like to see what I can get to be a full member.” She explained, not really needing it.

When he pulled out the measuring tape, Peyton bit her lip, trying to not roll her eyes. She merely nodded as she stood up, this really wasn’t the worst thing she’d done, so there was that. She held her arms out first. "I do know my size..." She quirked up an eyebrow, not going to fight.

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Noah chuckled when she explained herself not having armor, it was a bit cute how she thought she needed to, Noah of course didn't stop her, it was kinda funny at the same time. When Noah heard her say she knew her size and when he could nearly hear her eyes rolling, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I have no doubt, but the measurements are mandatory, also, don't flatter yourself, I've done this to three male recruits and another female recruit today. So the faster you stand still and deal with it, the faster I'll be done." Noah said a little more curtly than he probably wished. Starting with her arms Noah began measuring and finally finished with her head. "Alright, see all done. All right is there anything else you need?"

 

[Peyton Steele]

Peyton was really not all that attentive to how she acted, and how it caused others to respond. Well, not mostly. She knew how to work things for a job, but that was about credits, and credits were pretty much the best thing in the galaxy. It was easier to not be upset when you could afford the finer things in life.

At least he had a good sense of humor about her. Sure, that made sense that he might have to size up other recruits for armor. Whatever, she was still going to make that quip about it. When the measurements were done and he asked if there was anything else, she shook her head. “Aside from where do I go after I pick up my ship? No, not really.” Right, training?

[member="Noah Corek"]