(Mind some mercenaries? Oh, and if someone don`t want to be on the two other ships, you can be on mine.)<br/><br/>Name: Bright<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Race: Human<br/>Height: 5 feet, 9 inches.<br/>Age: Looks to be between 20 and thirty. Space makes time and age fuzzy.<br/>Profession: Captain of the mercenary ship known as Sleipnir, a small fast ship that holds a small crew of dozens after an unfortunate visit to a planet with huge broadmouthed sharpteethed people-eaters. Needless to say, Bright wasn`t always the captain of this ship, whereas the position of leadership always goes to the one below in charge. Bright was the sixth in charge.<br/><br/>Bright sat in the captains chair in the ship, reading the list of survivors after his entrance to captain. It was an unfortunate read as the list wasn`t particularly long. The crew consisted of various species and genders, seeing no need to be picky. He scratched his blonde head and pondered upon his next move. What they needed was a method to earn money, hopefully a good deal of it too.<br/><br/>A transmission came on screen before him, it was a friend of his from another ship. They occassionally talked, traded information and weapons. He was lizardlike being with an eyepatch over his one eye. The transmission lagged a bit as the translator did its magic.<br/>"Bright, your old pal here. There`s news about an assasination of the Haunt emperor. Gotta be work for people like us now. Heard there might be a reward for those who catch the assassin." He gestured by rubbing his fingers together while his tongue slithered slightly out of the mouth.<br/>"I wish you luck anyway, even though I might catch him first." He said and gave out a few noises that made have been a laugh.<br/><br/>Bright smiled to himself and turned off the screen. It had been a recording, so he could watch it again later if needed. He leaned down onto a microphone.<br/>"Listen up crew, we got ourself a job. Gonna hunt an assassin."