Sir Arthur Crecy<br/>Location: starboard Airlock closed<br/>Arthur went through his hardsuits checklist, it had been quite awhile since he had to use one of these, most of his jobs kept him planetside or on space stations large enough to have a descent artificial gravely system. "Alright locks look good" he said to himself as he lifted the arms, examining the orange and blue hardsuit. Diligently he went over every inch, the helmet it's visor looking like the maw of a tiger was free of cracks, the magnetic boots were still in working condition, he would probably need to replace those parts soon, but for now they would work, the suits gel undercoat and secondary rebreather shouldn't fail anytime soon. Then his eyes fell upon the actual armor plating, it still beared scars from Altair job, the right shoulder blackened from a IED stapled to the side of a civilian cruiser. As well as the battle of tredlr moon where three large but cosmetic scrapes tear down the right leg. "It has been a long time old friend, maybe if this job pays well I can get you a tune up" he promised smiling even as he began the rather lengthy process of putting it on.<br/><br/>As he absentmindedly donned his suit he thought back to how he ended up on the St anne...<br/><br/>The rat bastards from the blue mountain group and descided to really ride his ass after they realized he had been staying on the space station for a day on their dime saying things like "we don't pay you to stay on station boozing and whoring around you piece of shit! Especially when a particularly lucrative contract is about to be struck! Now  Get back aboard before I hang your fucking asshole above my mantel!" The mans voice had nearly blown out the speaker in his earpiece but Arthur without any anger simply told him that he would be there on the double and apologizing to his obnoxious employer. He remembered smiling with every word telling the rat bastard everything he wanted to hear. they had no idea that he had struck a deal with a crewmenber of the anne, nor did they realize that he abhored each and every one of the glorified slavers, and what came next would be sweet. His only regret would be the savingon blanc that he would be wasting on these bastards.<br/><br/>Arthur began strapping on the boots of his hardsuit. His body on autopilot as he almost relived the memory.<br/><br/>He didn't exactly know the combat strength of the anne back then, but he did know his associates, they thought this was all over any thought of a fight was so far from their minds that the weapons they brandished would merely for window dressing, "to show they meant business" as they called it. But even as overconfident as they were, once bullets started flying... It would get messy, so to help balance the odds, he descided to play on one of their vices. THEY LOVED TO DRINK, honestly it could be a bit of a problem. So it wasn't hard to get them quite a few sheets to the wind before the whole thing started.<br/><br/>And it was there in the mess hall that many of them died, once the sounds of violence began echoing across the ship, he unsheathed his sword and ended his former coworkers. (Something anyone watching he cameras would have seen) Unfortunately some managed to get a few good hits in, causing some rather unpleasant shoulder damage, but nothing that a field kit couldn't fix (a trained medical professional would vehemently disagree an alcohol bath and sloppy stiches does not a fixed wound make) it kept him going.<br/><br/>He was honestly surprised when he Arived at the cargo bay to find most of the rest hamburger, he offered his services as per the agreement, talking things out with the captain, expressing his need to get out of he system and eventually getting the memo that Jin, wasn't the captain but eventually picking up his cargo and moving it onto the ship.<br/><br/>And with the memory concluding everything started coming back into focus, just as he slid his sword into its sheath across his back. He looked over his Shoulder to the hilt. "Hope I don't need to use you on this ghost ship, but one can never be too careful" looking back down he grabbed one of the maintaince kits as he had taken as well as his usual kit and stepped forward into his new adventure.<br/><br/><br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>Location: outside the Ticonderoga class assault ship<br/><br/>Arthur was right behind the doctor, when the door to the horror show opened up and not even he could stifle a "dear god" when he realized what he was looking at, the bare illumination from their collective light sources showing what that darkness of space does to a person after they pass, and it is not pretty. He made the equivalent to a cross on his chest and then He began to explore, doing his best not to disturb anything as he floated in the zero g environment. Moving further from the hatch, exploring more into this house of horrors.  Seeing tech that should be more Ina museum that a scrap yard "This place is old, I mean like Really old, does anyone have any idea when this bird went dark? How long it may have been here?" He asked the comms trying to focus on hard facts rather than the body that was less than a meter from him. He shined a light from consol to crate. He floated over to it and with as much caution as he could, pried it open, inside were foodstuffs, still wrapped "Looks like we found at least one of the cargo holds though"