"Some engineer's mate who was late for his shift a few times too many," Sam joked.<br/><br/>He listened to her talk of her last visit,  his eyes lighting up. 'Ah, yes, Enderball. I never could figure out how to play it well. It started as a zero-G game cadets played in zero-G training and somehow developed a professional league." He rubbed his shoulder. "I got a few bruises from trying to play in my younger days."<br/><br/>He cleared his throat. "my last run here, we escorted a convoy of big ships owned by a Conradite transstellar cartel whose owner's yacht had one run-in with a pirate patrol craft his ship could have blasted to bits if he hired a competent flight crew. The man pays me way too much money for a job he could do himself. This run is a repeat. We just fly alongside a couple million tons of freighters and let our power signature and transponder scare away every idiot with a pop gun. Easy money. Well, until you and your little ship became the most interesting thing to happen to this ship since we all left the navy."