If I were in the Imperium, I would be a scout who maybe spent a year or two cross trained in navy and marines (or army).
My official scout "me" is a t-shirt and jeans type ... I don't shave, ... I wear the same sweat stained ball cap for days on end ... my leather jacket is draped over the pilot's seat ... pizza box with a few slices rests on the "unimportant" section of the console (who needs emergency distress signals anyway?) ... coke cans litter the area around my pilot's chair ... there are probably bread crumbs here and there, soda and pizza stained orders, and I occasionally put on an open collard shirt (but I don't button it up) when not carrying anything important. And when I get an official call over comms, I usually answer; "Your dime." or "Ghost here, whaddya want?" Or, if someone's collecting on my monthly starship payment; "Ah, we got a bad connection here...." followed by me making static noises with my mouth.
Just call me mister professional.
My official scout "me" is a t-shirt and jeans type ... I don't shave, ... I wear the same sweat stained ball cap for days on end ... my leather jacket is draped over the pilot's seat ... pizza box with a few slices rests on the "unimportant" section of the console (who needs emergency distress signals anyway?) ... coke cans litter the area around my pilot's chair ... there are probably bread crumbs here and there, soda and pizza stained orders, and I occasionally put on an open collard shirt (but I don't button it up) when not carrying anything important. And when I get an official call over comms, I usually answer; "Your dime." or "Ghost here, whaddya want?" Or, if someone's collecting on my monthly starship payment; "Ah, we got a bad connection here...." followed by me making static noises with my mouth.
Just call me mister professional.
