<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Astrid Zachrison,</span><em>Mechanic</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Samson, open<br/>Location - Outside Man's Ruin - Heading to the Last Stand Saloon<br/><hr/><br/>It would just about figure they would have left her off without a care. At least they had been a ticket off Bellerphon, but seeing as how their ship was all fixed up now thanks to her, they didn't see more need for a mechanic. She scoffed at this, she would give them a month before they were broken down, only that long because she had done such a good job. However, she already had note of another possible job. Hopefully longer term than the last one.<br/><br/>She rounded the corner to where the Firefly was parked and stopped, eyeing the ship. It was a nice ship. But somehow she just knew that it was in poor shape at the moment.<br/><br/>"Can I help you, miss?" Came a man's voice.<br/><br/>She turned to see someone standing nearby. "Looking for the captain of this Firefly here?" She replied.<br/><br/>"They all took off to the Saloon not too long ago. If you hurry, you might catch up." He told her.<br/><br/>"Thanks!" She said and was off with a spin of her heel, jogging towards the nearby saloon.<br/><br/>She entered the establishment and glanced around. She wasn't much of one for bars and such. But she wasn't a stranger to them either. The song playing she had never heard before, though it sounded like one of those really old 'classics' from earth, she couldn't tell for sure. Still, she liked it. But there wasn't a great deal she didn't like.<br/><br/>Remembering why she had came, she looked around at the people. However, she also remembered she didn't know what the people she was looking for looked like. She decided to randomly pick one of the men and ask. After a moment of consideration, she headed for the one who had long hair with gray woven in. He looked older, and in her experience, older men usually knew more than younger men. "Excuse me." She said as she came to a stop near him. "I'm looking for a Captain Castle of Man's Ruin. Any chance you know where he is? I was told he came down here with his crew." She figured that even if he didn't know, maybe one of his companions did.