##INCOMING TRANSMISSION: SENDER ENCRYPTED! Good Morning Recruits. It has been many long years since humanity has spread itself among the stars; Earth all but forgotten to the minds of those still living near the Sol system. As humanity crept across the stellar canvas, they had discovered a multitude of species bearing intelligent thought; some of which were far more advanced than humanity had anticipated. Now, in the advent of humanity's trials and tribulations, a new epoch threatens to dawn...but let's not get too far ahead of ourselves, lest we ruin the story. Let us remember the lives of those who went: >>>Sailing in the Stars<<< . . . Captain Onasi was sitting in the Eight-Arm Tap, a rather reputable bar in the Artemis Tau sector of the Orion (to which she rented out the place for the day to herself and her applicants). It was time for another haul of new crewmen after some suffered a tragic accident in the Sigma Chi system last month while surveying a planet. After she had finished squaring away those crew member's families with 'termination packages,' she opened up recruitment for the Belarus. She actually had quite the list of applicants to take care of today but she enjoys making people squirm in their seats as she and her Chief of Security, Ghato, stare them down and pick apart everything they are. All in all, she had three hundred applicants to burn through today alone. While a good majority of those applicants will only receive a cursory glance and declined for employment on the Belarus (recommended for other ships, however), she had a feeling that there were going to be several good applicants walking through these doors. For several hours, the two scrutinized dozens of applicants. Some of them hired for general staffing and many sent another direction. "This process is never quick, is it Ghato?" She said with a smirk and a shake of the head. "Nay, but it's well worth it." She responded to her own question before waving over the next several applicants for evaluation. This process repeated for several hours, extending well into what could be described as the twilight hours back on Earth. There were only about a dozen applicants left, yet to arrive no less, but she had a feeling there was a lot of promise in those ones. In preparation for these persons in question, she left a little note on the table: Tell us what you think we want to hear on your application. Give yourself the interview. While she waited for the last of the applicants, she went up to the bar and got the two of them some drinks: a bottle of four-hundred-year-old whiskey for her and some bottle of an unspeakable alcohol from Ghato's homeworld. "Drink up. The fun is going to be starting shortly, I do believe." As she poured herself a glass of whiskey, the first of the last walked in through the door and she smiled, "Now, who might you be?"