To the CIA Covert Operations Manager
RE: C.V. submission
I have been informed through your IASA liaison officer that there are available openings in your Covert Operations Department.
Being highly suited to such a post, I would like to submit my C.V. to your personal attention: since being marooned on your planet I have found myself in need of employment and your outfit is the only one where my training and inclinations can be put to valuable use.
As my contact and sponsor Mr. T.R. Holt may have already told you, I was trained by Peacekeeper High Command for exactly this kind of work, and in my talks with him I have come to the conclusion that we can reach a mutually satisfying arrangement.
I thank you for your kind attention and look forward to your further news.
Officer Jenavian Chatto
Former PK Disruptor
Email address: firstname.lastname@example.org
Name: Jenavian CHATTO
Chronological Age: about 100 cycles (equivalent to 32 Human years – Sebaceans are quite long-lived)
Former Employer(s): Peacekeeper High Command, Special Directorate
I have been trained in Covert Operations since I was eight cycles old: my skills were noted by the creche Proctors, aboard the Command Carrier where I was raised, when I fixed a particularly troublesome situation.
Some of my creche mates had managed to get hold of a baby drannit – a useless and stupid creature from the Uncharted Territories – and kept it as a pet in the shared quarters, feeding it from the rations we were issued and hiding it from routine barracks inspections. Apart from the grave violation of PK regulations, my creche mates were wasting precious time and resources on a useless endeavor unworthy of Peacekeepers, so I set myself the duty of rectifying the situation. I managed to insinuate myself in the group and learn the animal's hiding place, then I made my report to the Proctors, who rewarded me with a swift move to advanced training and the honor of terminating the life of the stupid creature.
Once accepted in advanced training, I was taught armed and unarmed combat, deception and infiltration techniques and the art of poisons. Once I reached my full physical growth I requested to be implanted with weapons that would greatly enhance my abilities, more specifically two razor-sharp knives that I can extrude from both my wrists and other assorted tools that I will not mention in correspondence, due to their uniquely personal nature and location.
These weapons have often proved to make the difference in the completion of my missions.
Some of the most successful ones include my thwarting of a Scarran plot to gain a beachhead in neutral territory by influencing the succession on the Royal Planet. I posed as the fiancée of Prince Clavor, a scatter-brained nobody who believed that by allying himself with the Scarrans he would gain the throne in place of his sister, the true heir. My job was to prevent his ascension to power with any means necessary, or to kill him if he managed to succeed.
In the course of my mission I also managed to save the life of your famous compatriot John Crichton: not only did I recover his head, that had been severed from his statue-frozen body by that idiot Clavor, I also managed to quite cleverly use him to further my plot. I feel certain that he will confirm this and also that I protected when he decided to take a swim in a carnivore-infested lake. It was a hazardous and difficult part of that mission, but since John Crichton was by then part of my plans I decided to act as his body-shield, lest such an important piece of the game be lost to predators. And I can assure you, Sir, that I take my bodyguard duties quite seriously and thoroughly, as I'm certain Crichton will testify himself.
After the Royal Planet success I came under the eye of Scorpius – one of the most brilliant minds in PK Command – and worked under his direct supervision in several occasions. In one case I investigated reports about John Crichton's presence in two places at once, which represented a puzzling mystery to Scorpius: I was able to ascertain that such rumors were unfounded, since the trail I followed to the planet of Dam-ba-da proved a sham, probably concocted by Crichton himself in the attempt of foiling Scorpius' inquiries. Your compatriot had faked his own death there, but I soon traced him back to the Leviathan Moya, where he had always been.
As the Peacekeeper/Scarran conflict escalated, I was sent to several dangerous hot-spots, either to gain intelligence or to undermine the plots of the Scarran Empire and its allies. My last mission of note was in the vicinity of the final battle, where – on Scorpius' instructions – I recovered two individuals he needed to keep in custody. Despite the dangerous situation posed by an out-of-control wormhole (Crichton again), I secured the two prisoners and handed them both to my commander.
This is of course but a very short list of my career's accomplishments, but I have no doubt that if you will grant me a personal meeting I will be able to better illustrate them, and my abilities, in a more comprehensive and articulate fashion. I am equally sure that I can offer a substantial contribution to your organization, in consideration of my special skills and training.
I look forward to your further news and the meantime I would like to express my best regards.