Mondder

Aldross sighed and gave a quick stretch and a yawn. He filed over into the room with the rest of the recruits and was surprised to see how many women were among them. He'd always thought of the Mandalorians as the brutal men-folk portrayed in the Mandalorian wars, as well as the countless mercenaries from the Jedi Civil War. Even stranger still he found most of them to be significantly attractive. Aldross was typically smooth when it came to the ladies, but he decided not to push his luck with Mandalorian women - he didn't want a one night stand to force him into another surgery. Speaking of surgeries, Aldross delightfully found that his wounds were fairing much better now than they were only hours before. He wriggled his fingers around on his left hand and found that all responded well to his nervous system's commands.

"Well that's a relief..."

The young man then walked over to a small ala carte buffet area where he grabbed a tray and filled it with a good mixture of different vegetables and starches - he wanted to have enough energy to take the next portion of tests, but didn't want to overfill on food either... then he heard that strange echo again. The echo seemed even closer than before, and Aldross began to hear it with more clarity, almost like listening to a second language with more vocabulary becoming accessible. He tried to pay it no heed as he sat down and began to eat. A few Mandalorian recruits gave him curt nods and slid a bit from him to give him room to sit. At least these Mandalorians seemed to be much more civilized than Aldross gave them credit for. He respectfully nodded back and continued to work on his meal.

"This stuff ain't half bad at all."

Aldross made short work of his food and was about to grab another helping, were it not for his own reminder to not overfill. He brought his dirtied tray over to a large stack of dirtied dishes and left it there, clearing off most of the bits of food still left into a trash receptacle. The server behind the line smiled at him in thanks, and Aldross waved back at him with a smile of his own. Perhaps he'd been wrong - he certainly didn't find the Mandalorians unsavory or detestable at all, but rather dignified and respectful. He got down on the ground and tried to warm up his muscles a bit, testing his left arm out with a few push-ups. Everything seemed to be in tip-top shape, so Aldross skipped a pre-workout and continued to stretch. He caught himself staring at a few Mandalorian ladies more than once, turning his head and blushing each time. He could have sworn that he heard one of them giggle, yet he put the thought from his mind - this type of distraction wouldn't bid him well on his next set of tests. He then noticed another like him - one that appeared to be in the right place, and yet out of place. He walked over to this man and bowed.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Aldross - Aldross Umarov... say, you ever been through one of these before?"

"Nah, nothing like it at all."

Aldross continued to make small talk with this Shyr fellow. He seemed to be nervous, but Aldross couldn't say much considering. He looked over at the clock on the wall of the mess area; it was almost time to continue the test. That in mind, Aldross stood once more and began mentally preparing himself for the next set of tests. As his nerves flared up from anxiously awaiting the physical portion, Aldross couldn't let the echo in his mind alone - or rather, the echo wouldn't let him be. It was less so an echo and now more of a clear dialogue, though in some language unfamiliar to him. The young man concentrated hard and tried to ignore his head, yet it was to no avail. He couldn't help but hear it - yet he didn't want anyone around him to know what he was hearing. He acted natural, looking more anxious about the next test portion than anything else.

"Let's get this over with."

==Recruitment SL==
<<106 PP; S4 Sector, Etti IV, Mondder>>

With the basic fitness test completed, most of the recruits were shuffled off to various other parts of the installation. Most were finished with the testing now & would be shipping out shortly to their chosen jobs. For some it would be a fairly long trip, others wouldn't even leave the planet. Of the original 40 only half a dozen were remaining with the instructor for additional tests.

==Mu==
The next stop for the remaining six recruits was a small arms range. Here they would be tested for accuracy on the main weapon system of the Clan. The M-CLAW, more fully known as the Modular Clan Assault Weapon, was a modular weapon that could be broken down & reassembled into a nearly endless variety given the right attachments. The ones here had been assembled into blaster rifle style weapons. Down range was a mixed holographic/shield projection targeting system. Once the recruits were all positioned, they were clear to begin firing. The range wasn't too bad. Four of the recruits only needed moderate scores, in the fifty to sixty percent range, as combat wasn't the main feature of their job choices. The last two however, were attempting to join Recon & would need a score in the eighty to ninety percent range.

==NJO==
Nearly half of the recruits were loaded into one of the buses & shipped back to the spaceport. Once there, they were given a few hours to collect any personal belongings they wanted & spend a bit of time out in public before being shipped off. Each was assigned one of the small MER drones that would provide directions to anywhere in the city, as well as reminders when it was getting close to time to return. For those that would be going in areas or fields where personal belongings were limited, such as diplomatic staff or military personnel, The remainder of their personal belongings, even small spaceships could be placed in Clan storage facilities for extremely low rates. Otherwise the recruits were free to find other solutions. such as selling off the items or storing them with other companies. The recruits would end up returning at different times & to different Hubs as they were assigned to various passenger flights out to their new job postings.

Shyrkag found he had nearly six hours to waste before his flight was scheduled to take off.

==Recruitment SL==
<<106 PP; S4 Sector, Etti IV, Mondder>>

Once it was time for Shyrkag to start heading toward the passenger liner, the little MER drone began to emit a high-pitched tone to wake him up. Before long he was on the passenger liner setting out toward his destination. It would take several days before it arrived. From there he would be apprenticed to a Diplomatic unit. The unit in question was mostly a training unit, used to give low rank diplomatic aides a fairly safe way to build up their skills without endangering anything. This particular unit would be rotating out toward Hutt space not long after his arrival there.