having a civilian-run cantina, it probably wasn't in the middle of a hot war zone. And if it had the comforts of the Southern Underground, without the concomitant dangers, it couldn't be too bad.
Of course, this guy was a recruiter, and he just might be
inclined to shade the truth a bit if it served him to do so. He probably got paid for every qualified warm body he delivered. Then again, an Imperial Work Contract had to spell out the reality to be valid, even these days. If you were in the army or navy, you didn't have many rights, but as a civilian you usually got a better deal.
And it wasn't as if she was besieged with offers of work.
Cantina operators had certain skills, of course, but there wasn't a formal course of study in the craft that she knew about, and others of her ilk weren't in particularly short supply.
"I can bring my own security chief?"
"As long as he, she, or it doesn't have a felony criminal
record and there are no outstanding Imperial warrants for major crimes. An appropriate salary will be provided for such work, and quarters will be provided for you and any security assistant you might wish to bring, as part of the package. Yours includes a single-occupancy room, standard officer's suite," Alamant said. Then he pointedly turned to look at Rodo before looking back at her. "Your