I stepped through the door, and took in the room. It was plain. The only furnishings were a table and two chairs. To be expected I suppose.

  One of the chairs was occupied by a woman who didn't fit in with the drab environment, nor her own clothes. She had a device in front of her. She had the air of a soldier of some sort, and looked unfit for this interview. Perhaps that is deliberate? Hmmm.

  I slowly moved to the chair in front of the table, and sat down. The purple glow of my body dim, no sharp edges. I am deliberately trying to appear as non threatening as I can. I, a gigantic skeleton about 14 feet high, built like a tomb wall. It is not going well in my opinion, but I suppose I am trying. I will not debase myself further.

  "Hello, mister Verotep. I am Geriah Bohet. I will be interviewing you on behalf of the Mercenary union this day. Is this acceptable?" She asks.

  "Of course, miss Bohet. I am simply elated at this fine opportunity." I state.

  "Great. There will be a series of questions. You are recommended to answer in yes, no, I don't know, or I can't say, with more detailed answers where applicable. The first question is about your experience in warfare. What are your qualifications."

  "Hmmm. I have fought many beings throughout my life. But I suppose for over 200 years, I've fought everything from orks, to pirates, to races unknown."

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  "Next question. What position/s have you held, and for how long."

  "Admittedly, I served in the great dynastic army as a commander for all 200 or so years. I served with distinction, with... 2 failures? Yyyyyes. 2." I state with pride.

  "Excellent. Next question. You may be provided weapons upon enlistment to a company. What weapons do you use. Note they will likely be of poor quality unless you provide your own."

  "My preference is simply a pistol, sword, and a marksman rifle of some sort."

  "A sword, mister Verotep? You realize that most, if not all threats occur at range..."

  "Hmmmm. A melee weapon, in retrospect, is not required... yes. I will aquire my own."

  "...Ok."

  The questions continued for a bit. Simple questions typically, but some more about personality, temperance, and mindset.

  They were building a report on me for future employers. Likely this was being recorded as well. The interviewer probably gave their input, then sent it off to a central database or the like.

  When we finished, over 2 hours had passed. It was slightly tedious, but I had endured much worse. We both stood, and shook hands. One of flesh, another of cold metal.

  "Truly, miss Bohet, it has been a pleasure to meet you."

  "The same applies, mister Verotep. I will input your information now. You have been approved. If you wish to immediately look for a company, go to the kiosks. Have a lovely day." She stated.

  I bowed politely, and left for the kiosks. First, I stopped at the assistance desks to get identification to enter the kiosks. Simply a name, number, and password. There was likely more therein, but I didn't care.

  When I got to the kiosks and entered my information and the like, I had a notice. Someone wanted an interview? It hadn't even been 40 minutes. I read it quickly, then accepted. In 17 hours, I had another interview. This time for a company.