<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/67/ba/d6/67bad6b09e26897151727e29ffe811e3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Thomyris “Riz” Heroux</a><br/>Location: Bridge<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>She had walked in to find a debate in progress, causing Thomyris to frown a little. Yes, like everyone else on the ship she shared some interest in what their next job or consignment might be. Still, she didn’t wish to be seen as an eavesdropping nuisance and waited at a respectful distance at the threshold to the bridge while the Captain, Doctor Khan, the blue-faced Donovan spoke with one another. They were looking for a volunteer.<i>Good goddess…</i><br/><br/>Thomyris felt her heart skip a beat when the doctor noticed her, suggesting her appropriate for a<i>civilized</i>world in accompanying her. She didn’t know why that offended her.<i>Am I not dangerous or considered lethal enough to bump shoulders with the underworld?</i>Of course she wasn’t, naturally. And how would they know otherwise, having kept her past a well-guarded secret known only to the Captain? Fortunately, the good doctor nominated their First Mate. And from what Thomyris had seen so far, most worlds were full of space rednecks looking for trouble. She might not be chosen at all.<br/><br/>Kohlberg Station did seem civilized so far. They hadn’t tried to rob their goods, stab any of their crew, or impound their ship under false pretenses.<i>Yet</i>. It also meant that such a centralized and well-policed, well-regulated world would be dangerous for a runaway convict like Thomyris. She was almost tempted to ask Donovan to trade, to send him on the civilized milk runs and leave the dirty underworld ones for her. But neither option seemed viable for her.<br/><br/>Thomyris took the opportunity to step forward and clear her throat.<b>“The manifest has been updated and the cargo-hold is cleared and ready for the next consignment, Captain. Any notion on that?”</b>She inquired, datapad ready for further analytics if the Captain needed it, though there wasn’t much to tell that would be different from her last report. They had the same amount of space, same storage facilities to take on the same amount for each new consignment. The comm crackled in her ear but she ignored it. She wouldn’t be going if she could help it, but it seems she had just walked into a situation she could not.