playbydave says:
Gansay TroNoh: "I am a widow, you see. My husband was among those lost to a Vargr raiding party, while I escaped unharmed. The site was ruined, too. Anything of value or that satisfied someone's curiosity had been carried off. And then, well, I could not simply go back. There would have been another grant, another site to investigate. But.... No, I need to move on. Too long sheltered under an academic 'shield'. Which proved to be no shield at all. "I am used to living in the field. Even under hostile conditions. Perhaps my talent with computing machines would be useful. And in a pinch I can serve as a medic. And even as a combatant. I do not frighten easily."
IRONHAND SECURITY SOLUTIONS
Initial Interview – Horosho Starport, Class C
OOC:
image credit to Freelance Traveller Issue September/October 2025
The holo-feed stabilizes with a soft shimmer, resolving into the interior of the
Horosho Class-C Starport Executive Lounge—all brushed steel, diffused lighting, quiet grav-muffling, and distant conversations drowned under the hush of corporate money.
At the center of the frame sits a
Bwap—long-limbed, narrow-shouldered, scaled hide shimmering faintly under the lumen strips. His neatly folded administrator’s robes are immaculate, his datapads stacked in a perfect geometric column. His nictitating membranes blink in slow, deliberate intervals as he adjusts the audio gain with one of his four-clawed digits.
He bows—precisely forty-five degrees.
"Applicant TroNoh," the Bwap begins, his voice a smooth series of careful syllables and gutteral pauses.
"I am Senior Intake Adjunct Hruuguu’lethe, Ironhand Security Solutions, Personnel Division 7-Beta. I have reviewed your pre-clearance packet. I acknowledge your punctuality. I approve of your formatting decisions. I appreciate your adherence to the question order."
You can almost
feel the satisfaction in his tone—coming from a Bwap, this borders on enthusiastic praise.
He taps a datapad: four touches, identical spacing, identical cadence.
"You present competence, adaptability, and field-value. Your record indicates a Traveller accustomed to irregular conditions—precisely the environment in which Ironhand excels. Your answers demonstrate pattern-awareness and procedural discipline."
A pause. His throat sac inflates slightly—Bwaps do this when considering a delicate point.
"Your candidness regarding personal limitations is noted. Ironhand Security Solutions does not require perfection, only predictability. We can work with predictability."
The camera shifts so the Ironhand logo—a silver gauntlet gripping a starburst—sits centered behind his head like a halo of corporate authority.
"Therefore, Applicant TroNoh… Ironhand Security Solutions hereby advances you to Phase Two."
He presses a glowing tile on the table, and a rotating blue holo-ticket appears in mid-air.
"This is a Mid-Passage electronic transit authorization from Horosho to the Glisten Subsector Hub."
"Departures may occur within the next 72 standard hours. Your presence will be required on Glisten for additional suitability testing, equipment clearance, and contractual review."
The Bwap leans slightly closer to the pickup, eyes narrowing in bureaucratic benevolence.
"Arrive rested. Arrive orderly. Arrive on time."
He extends a long, cool, slightly damp hand across the holo-interface. A soft digital tone confirms the handshake—Ironhand’s official signal of provisional acceptance.
"Congratulations, Applicant TroNoh. Your journey with Ironhand Security Solutions has formally begun."
"Maintain this level of procedural fidelity, and you may yet become an asset of measurable value."
— End of Phase-1 Interview Transmission —OOC:
David please PM me with Gansay TroNoh equipment list and go ahead and hit the
apply button to join the game. Welcome!
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