<strong>Kerrig Delt</strong><br/><br/>It wasn't a good day, or night, or period of time or whatever the hell you measured time in on a artificial metal satellite thing orbiting a gods-know-what permanent nuclear chain reaction somewhere in deep space. Kerrig was hungry, but he dared not to leave the cargo hold where he was currently hiding. Too many idiots, somewhere in the station proper; now that he had been careless enough to have been spotted by a security camera, he knew he couldn't hold out for much longer at the station. Damnit. And he had had such a sweet gig going, too. Well, no matter; he was on another ship, another place, bound for somewhere knew he could slip out and be gone before anybody on the ship even realised they had an uninvited passenger. With any luck, anyway.<br/><br/>He'd slipped past the dock crew like a ghost in the night, hacked his way past the security cameras, and had created what was basically a little command room in the bowels of the cargo bay. Now he hunkered there, eyes gleaming in the dim light and the reflection of the monitors, trying to get a good view on who his unknowing travelling companions would be. Two dangerous-looking persons, encased entirely in armour, one hurling a torrent of abuse at some dockworkers and the other standing still and silent, as if awaiting further instructions. A red-haired woman, no, two; one dressed in a strange outfit, the other in more practical standard leather; one bunny-girl (or something, Ker had never figured out the names of half the life forms he'd run into on this station alone) and, great. Two cat-people, just like him. One girl, she didn't look like much; blue-haired, athletic, but Ker thought that even he could handle her in a fight, if it came down to it. The other... even through the monitors he could tell he exuded a sense of danger, wariness. He'd have to keep an eye on him if he didn't want to be found.<br/><br/>The others weren't nearly as interesting. The captain, apparently (for all the others were deferring to her), had an eyepatch and swagger, and looked like a real olden-days pirate, back when the seas weren't nearly as limitless and the threat of scurvy far more apparent. Another nicely shaped woman carrying a bunch of random things - odd how many of them were in one place, what were the chances? - and one spikey-haired tough looking man who Ker filed away as 'avoid'. Well, it would be an interesting voyage to watch, no doubt.<br/><br/>Ker frowned, and pulled up another picture of the ship's blueprints. How was he going to reliably get food, with all these weirdos wandering around?