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Mr. Malachite smiled as he watched his guest finally partake of the food. It brought him such joy as he caught just the slightest hint of joy from what the feast brought to Colleen. She might not have shown it physically but the jovial fat man always seemed to know when his hospitality was appreciated.

"Ms. Colleen, I'm aware of your record, not being impressive is not what concerns me nor your history for being placed on that shithole of a planet." David was rather candid as he finished up his plate and was served something completely deferent dish. glistening garlic shrimp with parmesan scalloped potatoes and what appeared to be a steak blessed Mars Corps CEO's plate while a saucer of white bean French onion soup. Mr. Malachite was intent on devouring every ounce of food he could get his meaty paws on while he spoke with this newfound prospect.

David took up his soup spoon only to stir his dish. "What if I told you that I'm just looking for a soldier who simply follows orders? What if I told you that your dedication is what has sparked my imagination for the human condition more than I once had." Mr. Malachite took up a mouthful of his soup only to groan with innate pleasure as his taste buds thanked him. "In fact...." He began once more in a muffled tone only to take up yet another spoonful before chasing it with his drink. "What if I told you that in all my years running this company of mine I was about to offer someone a unique position within my company which would allow them to travel and assess locales for further colonization and study."