Cambry Owens
A Pseudo-Mandolorian. Sort of.
Location | Corellia - Upper Orbit - Refueling Platform
Objective | Waiting for a response on an application, hoping to get a job.
Cambry, as a spacer primarily finding himself doing cargo run jobs, curiously submitted his resume to the Whyren Distillery after hearing some buzz on a Corellian refueling platform in upper orbit. Of course, as he put the application on the Holonet, it was also visible to transport company officials, which would hopefully increase his chances of finding some work.
Once the document was finally sent, he decided to idle in a cantina aboard the platform until he was sure it had been received, perhaps even once he had elicited a response. Running whiskey would be a more legitimate operation than he had gotten himself into recently, and that was fairly appetizing. Just as dangerous, though. Pirates would love to raid for booze. Good thing he had the training he did, then. For what it was worth.
Cambry Benjamyn
Training | Marine // Survivalist // Armed Combat // Unarmed Combat // Smuggler // Pilot // Mechanic
Ship Class | YV-929 Armed Freighter - Heavily Modified (including speed and durability boosting additions)
Experience | 1 Year Mechanic, 1 Year Mess Chef, 7 Year - Cargo Runner, Smuggler, Freelancer, Bounty Hunter
Willing to work for Credits, Equipment, Modifications, and/or Supplies
As he had left the Lassie on the landing pad, the freelancer sat at a corner booth, drinking contemplatively from a bottle of the stock he was hoping to ferry. He watched the room idly in the meantime. A group of guffawing men in EVO suits drew his slight attention, as he found some entertainment in listening to their stories. Not that he was sure what to think about them; spacewalking between planets didn't sound very plausible to him.
[member="Chloe Blake"] // [member="Danger Arceneau"]
OOC//Not sure who else would need Tagging. Tag others that you'd find relevant, if you feel like it.//
Objective | Waiting for a response on an application, hoping to get a job.
Cambry, as a spacer primarily finding himself doing cargo run jobs, curiously submitted his resume to the Whyren Distillery after hearing some buzz on a Corellian refueling platform in upper orbit. Of course, as he put the application on the Holonet, it was also visible to transport company officials, which would hopefully increase his chances of finding some work.
Once the document was finally sent, he decided to idle in a cantina aboard the platform until he was sure it had been received, perhaps even once he had elicited a response. Running whiskey would be a more legitimate operation than he had gotten himself into recently, and that was fairly appetizing. Just as dangerous, though. Pirates would love to raid for booze. Good thing he had the training he did, then. For what it was worth.
Cambry Benjamyn
Training | Marine // Survivalist // Armed Combat // Unarmed Combat // Smuggler // Pilot // Mechanic
Ship Class | YV-929 Armed Freighter - Heavily Modified (including speed and durability boosting additions)
Experience | 1 Year Mechanic, 1 Year Mess Chef, 7 Year - Cargo Runner, Smuggler, Freelancer, Bounty Hunter
Willing to work for Credits, Equipment, Modifications, and/or Supplies
As he had left the Lassie on the landing pad, the freelancer sat at a corner booth, drinking contemplatively from a bottle of the stock he was hoping to ferry. He watched the room idly in the meantime. A group of guffawing men in EVO suits drew his slight attention, as he found some entertainment in listening to their stories. Not that he was sure what to think about them; spacewalking between planets didn't sound very plausible to him.
[member="Chloe Blake"] // [member="Danger Arceneau"]
OOC//Not sure who else would need Tagging. Tag others that you'd find relevant, if you feel like it.//