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Entry #514869, added on 06-12-07 @ 11:14 pm EDT
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Character sketch: Jrin BeckerEntry #514869
---Imperial Databank File 00-07-0BE-131665313-J---

INITIALIZING...
READING FILE...
DISPLAYING FILE...

NAME: Becker, Jrin
PLANET OF BIRTH: Sector 11, Endet Prime
DATE OF BIRTH: IY2038
PARENTS:
-Becker, Denod [LINKED FILE]
-Becker, Nidra [LINKED FILE]

CURRENT EMPLOYER: Unemployed
CURRENT POSITION: N/A
LENGTH OF CURRENT EMPLOYMENT: N/A
NOTES:

FORMER EMPLOYER: Imperial Fleet - [SERVICE RECORD]
FORMER POSITION: Lieutenant - Small Ship Warfare, Enforcement Arm
LENGTH OF FORMER EMPLOYMENT: IY2058 - IY2066
NOTES: Dishonorably discharged - insubordination, conduct unbecoming an officer

EDUCATION: Imperial Fleet Academy - Naldel
YEARS: IY2055 - IY2058
NOTES: Graduated 4th in class. Unsurpassed aptitude as a pilot. Disrespectful of authority.

CRIMINAL: [LINKED FILE]

END OF FILE...
DISCONNECTING...
---

"You want me to what?"

"I hear you're a talented pilot, Becker."

Jrin frowned at the man standing in front of his table. He was too smooth, and Jrin didn't like that. The man said his name was Ryder, but this wasn't the sort of place a smart man used his real name.

"I am," he said carefully.

"It's very simple," Ryder said - if that was his real name. "I have a shipment going out that I would prefer didn't get noticed. That means I need to distract as many eyes as I can."

"And you want me to make a mad dash for the Orbital Command Center?"

"If you think you can do it."

"Oh, I can do it, Ryder. Ability isn't a problem. I just don't have a death wish, is all."

Ryder smiled. "And what would it take to change your mind?"

They both knew that every man has his price. Jrin had learned his shortly before he was booted out of the Imperial Fleet. "Ten mil. Eight in advance. And you supply the ship."

The man leaned closer toward him. "The ship's a given, but we both know eight up front just can't happen. You get three up front and the other seven after."

Jrin shrugged. "If you heard about me, then you know what kind of heat I draw every time I leave the Fourth Shell, and it doesn't matter whose ship I'm on. Six and four, or I stay grounded."

"I can get you off-Shell with a single comm call. Four and six."

"You came to me because I'm the best in this Sector. That isn't worth five and five to you at least?"

Ryder conceded. "Five and five. I can do that."

Jrin nodded. "So when do we start?"

Ryder smiled.

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