<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpsamsonohaggen_zps61e9a24a.jpg)</div><strong>Samson O’Haggen</strong><br/><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br/><strong>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>He was not a fan of space travel, a fear that he kept hidden for the sake of not being made a laughing stock at such an odd fear. His first travels after escaping Arluna had been hell on him, experiences that had stuck with him ever since. Unclenching his jaw, he eased himself out of his restraints, rubbing his left shoulder slightly to try and ease some of the residual pain that lingered there. Apparently he had taken more of a beating that he had originally expected. Peeking under his shirt, he gazed at the darkening line along his shoulder and bicep. Shaking his head, he stretched out his arm again, groaning slightly as he headed off towards the mess. Gathering up a tray of food, he finds and empty seat, settling his bulky frame down before setting into his meal. He tended to eat hunched over his plate, his gaze down so that he could eat in peace.<br/>