<div align="center"><strong>-=Anwar, Mechanical Engineer - In the cantina with Griff, Sasha, and Si, still mean-muggin' folks=-</strong></div><br/>Anwar continued to rest his back to the column as he watched the group, listening in on the conversation to be had.  A few more times people got a little too comfortable in his personal space, and a few more times he chased them away with an angry glance or some harsh words.  The guy had a bit of an attitude, there was no doubt about that, but apparently gave off a dangerous enough vibe that most didn't seem too keen on challenging him.  He watched the small group, taking note that the first mate, a damn fine looking woman by all rights, was apparently sizing him up a bit.  Rather than trying to endear himself with a smile or some other friendly gesture, though, he simply offered her a polite nod.  Fine didn't mean trustworthy, and he didn't know any of these people.  He trusted Griff, only on Jack's word, though he wasn't too fond of him at the moment.  He figured the woman was expecting some sort of introduction, but it wasn't his place to make that.  Griff had brought him into this, and it was the captain's place to tell them who he was and why he was here if he could pull his head out of his ass long enough to remember such manners.  As Sasha and Griff spoke, he listened intently on the conversation, having to cock an eyebrow slightly as they named off their contacts.<br/><br/><em><strong>“I don’t know why the hell you keep getting us mixed up with that snake. I don’t trust her, Cap’n - and I don’t like her much either. Oh, and Badger made sure to share his opinion on the subject as well. I don’t suppose Ferret gave you any more details other than this grade school cloak and dagger crap?”</strong></em><br/><br/>Badger?  Ferret?  Who were they working for?  The owner of a gorram petting zoo?  Snickering softly at the jokes that ran through his mind, he simply narrowed his eyes a moment later and listened as Sasha went over the manifest.  Something about what she had said seemed familiar, and he thought about it for a moment while she was giving Griff the specs on the job.  Abernathy.  Why did he know that name?  Thinking about it for another moment, the answer came to him.  He recalled hearing something about Abernathy recently, though most folks didn't have many nice things to say about the guy.  Finally he spoke up, actually addressing his companions for the first time.<br/><br/>"Abernathy," he said, looking to Sasha, who seemed the more level-headed at the moment.  "Guy's a<em>Ching soh</em>, no denying that."  Pushing off the pillar, he moved to finally grab a chair, figuring that he could at least trust these people enough to keep an eye out behind him.  "Seems they decided to leave out a few details in that briefing, though."  He had turned his chair around to sit in it backwards, straddling the seat and resting his arms on the back, and now looked to the group as he spoke.  "Crew experienced some engine trouble, by my understanding.  Had to put down on Bellerephon.  Only rock close enough that had had breathable air.  Abernathy's been keeping his ear to the ground for a reliable crew with a fast ship to pick up the cargo and finish the delivery within the week."<br/><br/>Pursing his lips a bit, he let them take in what he'd said before continuing.  "Haven's in the Blue Sun system.  It's a moon orbiting Highgate.  I'm...kinda familiar with it.  Remember hearing about an incident there a while back.  Alliance ship wiped out a colony there, but got shot out of the sky itself in the process.  I'd tread lightly.  Probably still a bit of a hotspot."  Looking between Griff and Sasha once more, he furrowed his brow a bit.  "Abernathy's a snake, pure and simple.  Money's as good as anyone else's, but be careful dealing with the guy or anyone working for him.  Won't hesitate to strike when you're not looking if they think it gains them an advantage.  But I'm sure I'm not telling you anything your animal friends don't already know and haven't passed on to you."<br/><br/>Relaxing his posture a bit, he finally signaled for a server to bring him a drink.  "Get me a draft, please?"  As the girl scurried off to fill his order, he looked to his new shipmates once more, waiting to see how they responded to what he had to share.  The job might have been on the up and up, but something felt off about the whole situation.  Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't exactly heard anything good about Abernathy, or perhaps he found himself wondering just how much of that 'engine failure' was a mechanical problem, or if there had been another factor involved.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ching soh - Ruthless or savage beast of a person.