<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>,<em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Shey leaving the table, everyone else in the background, Sydney and Astrid at the table<hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aq344ks1ieg&amp;index=2&amp;list=RDfU5CMkNuidA</div></div><br/>"You come with tools? Sad to say that might be a first." Samson shared as the two were settled. It was indeed a sad revelation, lots of people liked to claim they were mechanics or had know how, few ever panned out. Desperation sometimes made a person lie or try to scam their way on board a ship.<br/><br/>They were not a pair, that was good, if one didn't work out then he would not be obliged to keep the other around. He turned to face Sydney and his bird, a pilot was a pilot in which ever way you spelled it. Samson could not gauge his potential with just words but that also meant he was not about to let him claim a bunk. "She's in rough shape right now, but like Astrid here, you prove you are up for the task then I will add you to my ship's manifest." He explained as he reached for his tablet cortex and pulled his request off the network. It was at this time he noticed a few messages waiting for him but now was not the time for such things, even if one named stood out like a sore thumb.<br/><br/>The bird didn't bother him, no more than the critters the other wanted to bring about his ship. Off course if he found shit in his boots or bunk, critter or crew, they would find themselves tossed out of the airlock. Turning to Astrid. "When you can start?"<br/><br/>