The cortex posting was a simple one, just a title and attached video message in the employment listings for the local swath of space.
Crisp high resolution video snapped op synced with audio that held only the soft murmurs of the bustling cafe that made up the background. A smirking blond woman blinked a few times, her eyes clearly darting over the screen of the cortex device that was doing the recording before locking her gaze on the camera lense. "Ni hao, my name is Tereza Kovačević, if you're watching this wave you've likely got an interest in a pilot." Either that or the view was bored and browsing the cortex with less production means in mind. "I'm rated to fly anything from a single sighter fighter up to a Carrion Class Cruiser or Zhòng Yā* Freighter. If you want my credentials send me a wave and I'll show you them. I have nine years experience flying in and around hostile fire zones and can put whatever ship you have, wherever you want it, on time, and in one piece." Brown eyes didn't lose contact with the camera as the corner of the woman's lips twitched upward.
"Before we get ahead of ourselves pay in negotiable so long as it includes room, board, and a lack of having to do any mechanical work. I'll fly whatever you ask no questions. I'll be upfront honest. I want a way out of here that doesn't involve boosting one of the low rent rocket sleds they race around here, so even if its a short term deal, I'll be your pilot." Her eyes finally break contact as voices in the background rise, one, speaking thick russian, grows until it is cut off and the video ends.
* Zhòng Yā - Heavy Duck