Normally Sasseeri Reeouurra had better things to do than interview young men wanting jobs with the Sector Rangers. But she'd had a spare moment to walk by the interview rooms, and one had caught her eye. And his eye had been caught by her executive pinstriped tiny skirt.

The CEO of the Sector Rangers paused in the doorway, the two males and the female who were conducting the interview paused as well. Usually the Rangers were always looking for bright young pilots, ones who would be totally legit, and also a few who could be brought into... let's call it the dark underbelly of the Sector Rangers. Pilots, traders, security personell, frell, they'd even hired a long nosed alien male who could sniff out illegal spice from across the room. He always made a big impression on the local police forces, but it was expensive to keep him. Others kept trying to buy him away, but Sasseeri made sure he was paid well to keep him in her employ, and not used against her by someone else.

Her mind snapped back to the present, and she stepped into the room, her eyes pulling away from the male's. The interviewers stood. "Ms. Reeouurra, this is a surprise, and an honor."

She waved off their flattery. "jI came by to see how the jinterrrvjiews werrre gojing." Her voice was throaty, the r's delightfully drawn out. It was a bastardized accent, only half-breeds had the vocal chords capable of pronouncing Basic so well. Normal Cizerack, full breeds, hissed their s's as well, and were a lot harder to understand. She was ashamed of her voice, secretly, but most non Cizerack males found it more appealing than the other accent.

"Ah, yes, well, we were just getting started." The balding male, a Mr. Haldor who looked at a lot of datapads all day, practically lived in a cubicle and always had a writing stylus in his shirt pocket, was obviously flustered. Sasseeri wondered why she employed him, he wasn't attractive at all. "Mr. Vamel has quite the impressive resume, although I'm not sure what job he's applying for yet."

"Oh? Well, jI'm just gojing to sjit jin on thjis one. Contjinue as though jI'm not herrre." The man, Mr. Vamel, had delicious brown eyes. Sasseeri found a chair and sat a bit off to the side, between the interviewers and the interviewee.