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Poster in various loacations, mostly the seedier spacer bars, on Corellia:

Name: Gerhard Weatherlight
Race: Human (Corellian)
Gender: Male
Description: Gerhard is slightly taller than the average human, with short, blond hair and a goatee. His eyes are grey, and stare determinedly out of his face.

Name: Merric Raltheron
Species: Human
Age:28
Gender: Male
Physical Description
Merrik stands 6' tall, weighing in at 197lbs, give or take a few. He generally wears his jet black hair short, often spiked up, more for lack of maintainence than style. There's a scar running from his jawline beard up to his hairline, from an old wound that very nearly claimed his left eye. Most of the time he wears his Plasteel/Nerf-leather composite armor.
History
Merric's been around the star lanes a few times, mostly as a blaster-for-hire. He's seen alot of combat, both wars and some...less than legal skirmishes with various enemies, and carries the scars from those conflicts as a badge of honor. He's been a bounty hunter, mercenary, pirate, smuggler, and has been in and out of prison repeatedly.

Preferred Position: Gunner/Blaster-slinger

((I need a couple fighter pilots eventually, if anyone wants to volunteer. I do have a mission lined up for just a YT, though, if nobody else shows up today. We'd just take a passenger with us. Also today, I'll post specs for all the ships.))

Gerhard was relaxing in the lounge when a couple of guys walked in the door. The place was pretty deserted, so he assumed they were responding to the ad. A Rutian Twi'lek walked in, closely followed by a tough-looking human. Hmm, Gerhard mused to himself. I suppose they look capable enough. The bartender's com beeped, and the Toydarian informed Gerhard that there was someone on the line for him. He got up and answered the link, casting another glance towards the pair walking in.

Merric followed the Twi'lek in silently. When he finally did speak, he narrowed his eyes, glancing over at the Twi'lek for a second before looking at the man sitting there, "Name's Merric. I'm a pilot and I'll do pretty much anything, if the money's good. My resume..." he said, tossing a datapad onto the chair next to Gerhard.
The screen was filled with news articles on everything from theft, to piracy, to spice running...as well as holograms of him in action, and a stolen copy of several security files on him...all for Gerhard to review when he got to it.
He ordered a Corellian Ale and took a seat across from Gerhard.

As the two sat down, Gerhard was talking to Epo. "Well, Mister Areur, you certainly seem qualified. Why dont you come on down to the shipyard and get acquainted with the rest of the crew?" Gerhard turned to the pair sitting near him. He had gotten a glimpse of the datapad thrown on the chair, and was fairly impresed upon further review. "That's quite a record you have there, sir. Welcome to the Freecorps." He looked at the Twi'lek - a short, and apparently cocky little bugger. Not that it mattered if he knew his way around the workings of the ship. "You worked on contract before? This isn't some pisshole garage. Your life and mine both depend on what kind of job you do here." He extended his hand to both new crewmen. "Soon as the other guy gets here, we can start her up," he said, gesturing out the window with his other hand to the Opportunity.

"Will do." Epo said, cutting the comm connection, already halfway out of the cantina, datapads still strewn on his table, "I'll pick them up later, just, make sure no one touches them, they'll defend themselves." Epo jumped on a speeder bike of his and sped towards the shipyard, maxing out his engine and eager to see if any of his crewmates were worth working with...